I've come to grips with the fact that I'm not stable around her, thus accepting that I'm completely fickle when it comes to anything that has to deal with her. I still like her, no I just want to avoid her. Oh she's talking to another guy great, Oh no she's talking to THAT guy. Hey, lets hang out! No, that would be inconvenient. I don't remember any time where my mood swung so often in such a short amount of time. Little things make me happy, and little things make me sad.

I'm so tentative to say anything around her anymore - I think this is funny, but what if it reminds her of the wrong person. It's gotten to the point where I don't want to ask "How was your day?" because I don't want her to be forced to tell me anything she doesn't want to talk about. What happened to the honesty? Are we back to hiding our intentions from each other?

I was more comfortable being in the position of knowing and helping. Right now, I'm in a state of vague "I'm alright's" and not being able to ask "How come?" because I'm afraid of coming off as presumptuous.

The grass is greener on the other side. No matter what I decide to do, the other option all of a sudden looks better when the grass starts dying on the side I'm on.