10:52 am - Sunday, Jun. 29, 2003
Song:
Today I leave for my writing program. I'll try to keep this up to date on my activities as much as possible.
I have no idea how I'm going to make it through these two weeks. There's no calling Chris whenever, because he'll be in Hawaii.
I have to write, I have to pretend I think I'm good. It feels like all pretend.
Why can't this trip include a boy smell on my pillow, or a going away letter, or the thought that people do care a little.