I guess the inevitability of life is forming into a revelation of the ephemeral. There is an eighty percent chance that Lara, my most beloved friend, will be moving to Memphis after the summer. Sure there will be other best friends, for me and for Lara. I never expected relationships and circumstances to stay in a stagnant state of nonprogessive paralyzation. But each summer passes, a microcosm within itself, and I suppose I've gotten too comfortable in the past year. (I don't know why. It's not like my best friends dumped me last year and cause perhaps the most sever emotional breakdown I've ever had which still surfaces in the form of cruel remnants every now and then...) But really, with Lara things are reliable. We're best friends, we're not confined to ourselves, we're not secluded to our elite friendship, but we're connected through summers, through things unknown to both of us I'm sure.

I have to go to bed, to put it simply.

Tomorrow I'll update this update and all will be well. I hope Brendan calls back sometime. Good night.