There's nothing here.
Life is but a play, and all the people in it, actors.
Houseguest
-:- The other day, someone came over. April came over. April is an old not-so-friendly friend of the past. I hadn't seen her for three years. And I certainly wasn't expecting to see her at the door.
Three years ago, April was having increasing life issues that were effecting her already slightly off behavior. It actually brought us closer, she knew nobody else who could even relate to the new issues that were surfacing for her. That made it a bit painful when she had to leave, to Tennessee, put into an institution. She had a meltdown, and I guess she couldn't handle it.
The very idea gave me a scare for months. I was having similar issues in those surrounding months, myself. And - not to compare my pains to hers - but my issues were plainly more difficult. So, if she couldn't handle it, I was afraid I'd suddenly snap as well. It was a bad time.
But apparently she was released. I'm not entirely sure of the details, she hasn't been talkative yet. She couldn't go home to her family, they were the primary reason she had her meltdown. She would feel unwelcome and out of place with any other friends - she could no longer relate to them. So, she came here. With the freak. Good choice, I suppose.
We're letting her stay. Unless she finds someplace else to go. Or unless she comes to a point where she feels normal again, comfortable with her old friends, and moves in with one of them. I doubt this will be permanent, we're not good for each other. She brings out bad parts of me by simply being here. And vice verse I'm sure.
Though all in all, it's nice to see old friends again.