Tuesday and my head is straight. I don't live for the weekend, and often don't do anything at all, but Mondays always seem longer than every other day as I make it through work in a semi haze. You only have to look at yesterday's post to see what a weird state of mind I was in, blathering on about Action Park.

A slow, but good, day. Work then home.

C is pretty much out of the picture. It's as much my fault as it is hers. I think it's one of those things where you meet someone right when you need them. We both needed someone when we met and were rebounding from some failed relationships. Hers was just puttering out while mine had ended but I couldn't get over it right away. She knew a few people but still felt removed. I knew no one.
In the rare times we have seen each other in the past month it felt awkward. We were both moving on separately, she had made a new group of friends I didn't identify with and I wasn't the same person I had been before. I have made minimal attempts to contact her which she barely responded to.
I'm not sure if I should feel guilty. There was no future other than friendship for us and she showed little interest in even that at the end. We did mean a lot to each other at one point though and the next moment everything seemed different.
The simplest thing to say is we just grew apart. I still consider her a friend but I don't think about her much except to consider if I should force the friendship further. I don't think she wants that and I'm not sure I do either.