I have finally been reunited with my mother, for better or worse. Now all that is left is to be reunited with my love hopefully.
I still remain unsure about Thalia... I hate being so trusting sometimes. Paranoia is not a good feeling, not at all, reminds me of tyrants.
Kimberly on the other hand I still look on fondly, even with many of my friends disliking, even hating her for not being there for me.
At least I don't suffer a disease, at least I don't get sick around sick friends, at least I have income, a home, and a few great potential lovers far away.
The phantom is still there though... inside my mind.
In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. - Martin Luther King, Jr.
Those of you who I have hurt with my silence, I apologize.