28 dec 2005: the red isn’t the red we painted, it’s just rust

joey: people change, dawson.
dawson: they don’t have to.
joey: yes they do. people die, and they move away…..and they grow up, dawson. everything changes eventually.

Lo and I are moving to Brooklyn together, and Krista is moving in with Pete.

My psychiatrist, who made some extra holiday cash while I was in Michigan,
says Krista likes tree-lined streets in Propsect Heights, and I have platonic slumber parties with the fallen beauty lunatic drug addict across the street because I feel ethically obligated to provide him with food & shelter, so clearly we have a discrepency in what parts of life we currently are drawn to, and that’s that.

I’m obscenly excited about the dream-life of tap floors and screwdrivers and bookshelves and mutual manhattan-oriented enthusiasm that me and Lo will have in the borough.

I’m excited about being closer to a lot of my friends, location wise, and also to my favorite neighborhood of the east village. I’m excited to be close to Williamsburg instead of being close to the Upper East Side when it comes to things like coffee and music. There is no music on the Upper East Side, and Best Buy makes me feel dirty.

But it’s sad, too—Krista—gradually, and then suddenly—isn’t that what they say?

Maybe I’m just stubborn, some girl dancing in the club past sunrise, but I’m not really into this. The part where everyone grows up and gets married or gets into serious relationships that can’t help but change your friendship. The part where people get old and stop moving and you start to realize you could lose them.

And you too, Joey Potter!!!! Shame on You!

That being said—

I feel like when me and Lo get our place,
everything in my life will be really gelled and nice,
because most things seem to be going my way.

I’m just worried that one day all these people will be
gradually
and then
suddenly
and then i’ll be irritating/irritated.