i meant to say twentieth century world, not world studies. jesus.

not to extend myself

this thing with mark; so, mark. last time we talked, though we were both fucked up, i do remember very clearly one thing you said: "you're a good friend, sarah, and that's all i'm trying to be." verbatim. so schoolwork has gotten me since then, and i know it's gotten you too. but beyond that, the only real reason for our not hanging out is simple inconvenience, and what is good friendship for if it can't transcend INCONVENIENCE??? so who the fuck are we.