wow, what an awesome reflection, I actually had to read couple times to get it, and I don't think I still have comprehended all the underlying meanings fully, or maybe there aren't much of hidden significances, or maybe once again I'm just rambling here, hey, I haven't dumped u as friends yet, why would ppl do that, they r lucky to befriened u n stupid to lose you, n if u have one of those air pump from Party City u cn blow the ball pretty easily, peace in + out <3

Kathryn, you're not wearing a mask. You aren't there, not to me. Whatever medicine you're on, it makes you different. When I bounce ideas off of you, you don't respond, and it's like the idea passes through you. You look like a stoner, act like one as well, and you react SO differently from the person I knew before. I've said that before, and you don't believe me. You want to self-desctruct so badly, and I can't be in touch with someone like that. It goes against every princible I have, every belief I hold dear. I CANNOT do this, I cannot be your friend anymore. It kills me, literally. If you need someone to trust, trust your therapist. And if you think whatever you say is going to go back to your mother, ask the shrink if they could not tell your mom. Ask if there's a patient privacy policy. If not, find one who has that policy, and talk to them. I can't be your friend, becuase it's like you've completely switched bodies, minds, souls at times.