It's definitely not a sad feeling in the slightest. Just weird to know that if I were to see him tomorrow, Jace would expect me to stop and talk to him and catch up. But I would walk right on by, I think.
I've reached a point in my life in which I am no longer interested in pretending. That's why I cut out on Thanksgiving dinner today. If I know I'm going to be put into a situation where everything spouting out of my mouth will be generic lies about my major and future plans, I may as well not go. Because I won't contribute anything. Only a whole world of fakeness.
How weak all our links are. Such fading after only a year.
