Humpf

Lara was home for over two weeks and never contacted me. I didn't hear a friggen peep out of her. I know that I said I didn't want to see her but I wanted that to be my choice. Not her's.

I've barely heard from Jake for the past two weeks and he normally emails me at a constant pace throughout the week. All I got from his this week was a photo of six or so midget matadors (which was kinda funny). But that's it.

I can't help but wonder if the silent treatment double-whammy is somehow connected to my verbal diarrhea? I really don't think Fletch would tell anyone, but I guess I don't know. For the first time ever, Lara's Facebook profile picture is one of her and Fletch. For me, that does not bode well.

I still can't believe she went home without a word between us, especially when before she left, she said how great it would be to see each other when she was here. I didn't want to see her, but I don't like the fact that she didn't want to see me either. It makes my guilty conscience burn with the intensity of an out of control fire.

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