Calpernia had gotten sad, again. I can't help but to want to email her to tell her how much I cared and how much she matters to me--how she shaped the lives of myself and so many other people. To laugh about the things that we would joke around about and the crazy Costco/Cool Springs Galleria adventure, ect. --but I feel like just another face in the crowd. She has grown so distant and different to what I remember--that or her life on the stage made her used to talking to too many people (but I do remember her hanging out with me and coming up to me alot to talk, so I'm pretty sure our friendship wasn't stage and Calpernia is such a true, honest person and would have never been fake enuff to feign friendship). Reading her online diary and seeing her doubt herself and feeling down tears me apart inside, but I've grown used to remaining silent. It just tears me up to think that she feels so alone, but doesn't realize that there are old friends in Nashville that miss her so much sometimes--and feeling too lost from her life to even remind her that we are all still here for her, if she needs us; and, have never forgotten her.