"Just because we were co-workers or classmates doesn’t mean we should be friends on Facebook or follow each other on Twitter."

— Me


For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

Why do things always die with a whimper?  Why is there never any closure?

Even if we drifted apart and hardly ever talked or chatted, the un-friend is a shock to the system.

I know exactly how to feel and what to say (and not to say).  That doesn’t make me feel any better, though.


Crrepy, creepy Cassie

I can’t help it.  I’m sorry.

I thrive on information

I love it.

I love knowing things.  Who un-friended me.  Who unfollowed me.  Gauging the relationship that i have with people online.  Wondering when I should press that Add Friend button.  “Testing” them.

Knowing saves people, says Ender from Speaker for the Dead.

I have been divorced from caring about the losses for a long, long time now.  It does no good for me to jump up and ask them why they did X or Y.  Let it be.  Leave it alone.

Yet the truth is that I can’t save myself…from myself.  There is some kind of mental cancerous growth in my mind that’s slowly killing me.  The more I try not to care, the more I do care, and the more I can’t do what I want - know things, have answers, unlock the door.

Let it go, Cass.

Just let it go.

"I desire the things which will destroy me in the end."

Sylvia Plath

"Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do
You make love just like a woman, yes, you do
Then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl"

— "Just Like a Woman," Bob Dylan