parts numbered one, II, and 3.

part number one: i am sorry that someone else has to suffer the hardships of watching old friendships NOT rejuvenate, as the movies claim they do. it's only worse when the people that exist now, in place of what once was a friend, are people that you despise for their personas. the lack of friendship rebirth makes it even worse.

part number II: i've suffered the hardships of moving and leaving family, but it was no real biggy. i'm in the same city as all of them and my mom still owns the house i grew up in. until last may, i'd ALWAYS lived in that same house. that house goes on the market tuesday. the "For Sale" sign is already in the front yard. i can now relate to those people who've had to sell the houses that were the foundation of their history. i empathize for those similarly suffering the hardships of letting go. i'm coping by burning some of the less happy memories. notes from exgirlfriends, presents from old friends, and other things that i found while cleaning my old room today. it's not "preservation through destruction," but "progression through destruction." i can not appreciate the future until i quit holding onto the past. still, it sucks.

part number 3: If I stripped you down to nude honesty, you'd still be my friend. You'd lose the ability to hide all of your aspects that you normally hide. In your nudity, I'd still have a friend, and you'd have someone to hug you. Maybe you should put your close on before I give you a hug though.