Shame on you. Fool me twice - you know how it goes. Of course, someone pointed out that Mother already gave me this piece of advice two years ago, and I am only finding the truth in her words now. But I think that some loneliness would do me some good - build up the ol' "Me, Myself, and I" trust and comfort. But, I have been occupied by my thoughts lately anyways. A lot of apathy going on lately. A lot of it. So much. Impossibly so. But the most important thing is, I feel no sense of urgency - almost in a separate reality, really. In fact, every day gives me a feeling that I have traveled back in time about 7-8 months. Springtime always felt the slowest-moving and loneliest anyways. Recent developments include Benedict Cumberbatch (because hot damn, son. How can looking at someone's smile make me so giddy ), non-beth friend roommate events, and everyone plans on picking up and heading out soon. Puppy has to get used to being lonely soon. Soon (but I have no sense ...