a good day

Today was a good day spent with an old friend.  She was the one who said about a month ago she needed me to be more of a friend to her.  I yet again had been isolating all my true friends at that time choosing to spend my time with someone I would call a blood sucker.  When she told me me this I was at my lowest and that  kind of pressure really hurt me.  I told her that I have been told that before and didn't know if I could change.  She later regretted saying anything when she realized that I had been feeling so bad. She has been gentle and kind to me and waited patiently for me to come around.  She had needed me too and we had a some long chats today.  We didn't solve anything but it was nice to talk and we both even cried a little.  I had so much coffee today I will probably never go to sleep!  I would like to prop my feet up for a while.  I've got some journaling I've been wanting to do so I think I will do that or I might start another book.  These are both good signs that I feel like my old self today.