The more things change...

Isn't it funny how life always seems to come full circle?

Essentially, one of my friends has fallen out with everyone because one of our other friends refused to go on a date with him about six months ago. Of course, I'm in the middle of it, as per, and said friend has now decided that he doesn't like me at all, and that he won't come to the wedding. I've been told to just let him stew and that eventually he'll come around, but I can't help but feel upset.

I can't help but feel like I did ten years ago, at school. Ten years ago, Hector and I were having a similar argument. I still walk around reading; I still go to choir every week, on a Friday, and then spend the evening with all my friends afterwards; I've got serious exams coming up in June. Sometimes I wonder - did I ever grow up, or have I just stayed fifteen forever?

Oh, Kitty. Sometimes I feel like you're my oldest friend.