Another story for another day...

She's come back into my life again, even though I'd thought that our friendship was over. But I can't lie to myself. Even though she is amazingly nieve about the world at large, she is still a young pup, and rather passionate.

I don't know. Everytime I think of her, she gives me more pain than warm hearted feelings. However, it's not like if she was a bitch. If she was, she would make it much easier for me.

No. She is very genuine about herself, almost aloof in certain respects.

But then, she demands my time as if I was her personal mind slave. I can't be that for her, especially if all we can talk about is one mundane subject most of the time. I'm bored of it.

But I'm not cold enough to just turn her away...

(Can't think straight.)