Day 11. NaBloPoMo just keeps ticking on. Today, I had this blog post all planned out, but right now, I don’t even want to write. I’m upset, so upset that my cheeks are burning, and I’m hurt, so hurt that tears are falling from my eyes. Honestly, I don’t want to get into it here. And it’s not because I think my friend will read it, because I know ‘it’s not her thing’, but because I don’t want to rehash it. We were both at fault. We were dishonest with each other. Part of me feels like our friendship is over, but it is too soon to tell. Losing friends sucks, just like losing love, but sometimes it is meant to be.