Today was different. I guess now that it's nearly a decade on, it's no longer possible to be sad about a friendship that ended when someone decided never to speak to me again, not even to tell me why. It's so weird to see someone one day and have plans for the next night, only to have them never pick up the phone ever again.
At some point I just had to be happy with my own life and hope she's happy with hers, and realize that if she's unhappy, she's choosing to be.
It was so great to be able to listen to "Deadbeat Club" a couple of extra times for the first time this morning and feel the kind of nostalgia that makes me so happy and proud of where I am instead of sad about life's wrong turns.