Ah yes, she was a bright and beautiful girl. Perceptive too. No, I am not happy without the drama. Not always happy within it, but ennervated at least. Excited and somewhat hopeful. And, believe it or not, I am not simply running away. Certainly that is part of it, I don't need to see people or places that remind me of the pain, but a large part of my wanderlust is just that. I like to go new places. And live there. She was actually not as compassionate as she might think, but we all have our weaknesses. Choice of words, o dear, ironies, forgiveness, the giving of the chance. Not angry? The argument was not logically self-consistent either. But I did say bright, not brilliant. Do you hate? Pointless. What happened to buddhism? Let's see, Siddhartha died in India, the word spread through the Indonesian sub-continent and Tibet, where Padmasambava distilled it into a form more suitable to madmen such as myself... wait, I think that this might not be what was meant by the question. I am still buddhist. Albeit bad, but still striving for lovingkindness. I would never call somebody a whore except possibly in anger. Which that wasn't? Alright, enough of this open letter. I just said I would not write to her again, and so I shan't. And let's be realistic. Dependence is dependence... no one ever taught me to be independent. How y'all doin' out there in 'net land today?