My utilities have been shut off since December. I'm used to it now, I suppose, and have learned to cope with no electricity and gas and water. I have to blog from my phone now, which is a drag, so I don't do it much anymore. That's about it. I'm out walking now, and I wanna get to my book. I still think about Leah quite a bit. I still love her as much as I ever did, and I miss her. I might never see her again, ever, and the thought of that possibility makes me feel panicky. I just want to be over her, but I can't get rid of the small hope that she might be a part of my life again. But I know the truth is that she won't; that she doesn't think of me like I think of her. She doesn't hurt in the same way, and that just means that we aren't going to be together in the way that I still long for, ever. I wonder that I'm still feeling like this. I guess I'll have to wait longer until I'm normal again, and for God to reveal His will to me, if He ever does. OK, time for bookwalking.