Here's a question: How is it possible, in the span of ten months, to go from knowing where a certain person is at all times to not even knowing that this certain person left the country for a week or so?

I hate losing people.

This is precisely why I make a conscious effort not to make friends and not to care about anyone. It occasionally happens (and always on accident), but I certainly don't seek friends, boyfriends, etc. The more you care the more you bleed, I've learned. Unfortunately, when I care about someone I care more than anyone ever should.

Having my heart sliced open is not my forte, I've come to realize.