Ever hear a wolf's frustrating growl at getting a turtle out of its shell? That's me.

Frankie. This one goes out to her, and how she's baffling and confusing my mind.

She goes away, I suspect from her internet connection being down. Hell if I know, she's just been away. I got curious to what was up, so sent her a message. And surprisingly enough, got something back to me in due time. She had a Yahoo account she made, to temporarily continue on while her broadband is returned. She may have been doing foul at that time, may have distanced herself from me then and I inadvertantly stepped in upon her unwantingly.

If that was the case. Oops, sorry. I'll go.

But no. She took something I said pretty hard, and I wonder if things have just been wild and rough on her as of late or what. I don't know if Ty is okay, I don't know what's been going on with her household affairs, don't know anything.

Just.. Confusion. Quiet and cold confusion, rather than the warmy and fuzzy norm.

But she's upset, she said she would distance me again. I'm annoyed with it, want to speak my mind to her over it.. But nah. I'll let her go and deal with my confusion here.

And if you read this Frankie, just ignore it. These are my thoughts, not my complaints.

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