Stay close to my friends. Right. Good advice except, I don't really have any close friends, not anymore. Mechelle is great, and helpful, but we've never really talked much or hung out. Jaclyn? Sure, she's a friend ... and my boss's client, and a former CGDA client, and likely a wanted fugitive. Awkward. Kenzie? Is she a friend? A foe? Somewhere in between? Who else is left?<br/><br/>Steffy, obviously, that goes without saying. Does that count though? She's my girlfriend. If I need a friend to talk to about my girlfriend, who do I talk? Kat? She's is my therapist. And also my boss. Ugh. Amanda hasn't been around, Michy's gone ... Do I really<strong><em>have</em></strong>any friends? Other than Steffy, there's no one that really knows me very well. Jaclyn meant well, but her words really struck a bad chord.<br/><br/>*sigh* "I know Jaclyn. One day, one painfully slow step at a time. Excuse me." I give her a weak, half smile, and head to the bathroom.<br/><br/>I don't have to pee or freshen up or anything like that, I just need to be away for a minute ... clear my head and forget about it. I take an empty stall, close and lock the door, lean back and close my eyes. I can't change what's happened, or undo any damage done. I have to keep moving forward, keep ... chugging along, and hope things get better. Right now though, this is miserable.