sixteen august
eight : thirty-seven p.m.

i'm here. at school. its strange.

i don't think i'll ever feel comfortable here. i don't think i'll ever be able to tell my deepest secrets to my roommate. i don't think i'll ever stop missing him.

i had to keep holding back tears. we were unpacking, and i was trying not to cry. we were setting up the computer, and i was trying not to cry. we were making my bed, and i was trying not to cry. i finally let myself go after deirdre fell asleep.

i suppose i feel a bit better today. i still get pangs of sadness, anxiousness, and nervousness. right now, my heart is racing and it is difficult to breathe. i wish he was here.

soon enough. soon enough.