november: 25: 1998    :    wednesday
 

I am so worn out today. I don't know why. I think I'll sleep peacefully tonight.

So the big feast was today. It wasn't that bad for a feast. I came home and cried for a while. I'll just admit that right now. It wasn't totally a sad crying, more of everything building up and then stuff happening at the feast that left me not feeling at my best.

I didn't quite know what to do when I walked into the hallway and found brenna and emily talking to each other. I almost just went back in the room.

If I could be completely honest with you, I might have had more things to say. I felt like I couldn't say anything nice because it would be interpreted badly.

Becca is the greatest. She is such a good girl, always calling me so I know if she makes it from one place to another. Georgia now for thanksgiving. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

I shouldn't have been the one stressing over you. You shouldn't have been the one walking away and acting like you didn't care what happened with me.

Hmmm. Tonight.. well, that made me happy. I got to see my friends and be a couch. That was ... all good. I could feel your breath on my neck, your eyelashes on my ear. And I know I'll take crap from people for saying that. I hope it's okay for me to be truthful. It's already so hard to know what to say.

I bet claire didn't stay up for this daily update, but maybe.

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