Fucking Z, it takes her almost 2 months to send me back my DVDs. It is like she knew that my mind was else where. Focusing on my failure to potentially have a one night stand. Or focusing on my inability to socialize in my element of an anime convention. Two months of stressing myself out, distracting myself, doing everything I can to forget her. Clinging to the hope that she will use those DVDs as an excuse to see me again. Then I get the box, with nothing but the DVDs. :cry: Fuck it is hard enough knowing someone... who I guess is a friend now, is going through something just as bad or worse. I do not know why... fuck now I want to die again.