Black pit of despair

So I realized something about two hours ago that sent me spiraling into a minor depression, which made studying for my imminent Arabic quiz a little difficult. I don't think I did too badly, mind, but I'm still a little bummed by the ephihany.



Which is that my two closest friends are leaving me.



No, no, this is not some "poor little ole me" rant about friendships falling apart. I'm quite serious. They're both leaving.


Chana is leaving to attend a six-month internship in Atlanta, which is not too far away, but the distance combined with her schedule will make our normal chats and such very difficult. Also, her new boyfriend will probably take up a good bit of her time, but I'm not really counting that as anything specifically worrisome.













Aleks is graduating with her bachelors and probably going back to live with her parents, get a job, and continue on with her life, also in Atlanta. I haven't seen in a long while, though.









In fact, I think I've been distancing myself lately in order to get ready for this whole thing of not having my good friends anywhere nearby. No more dinners with Chana; no more dancing with Aleks; no more laughing, chatting, teasing, flirting, heartfelt talking, or ... well, anything, I guess, with either of them.

Sigh.