Oh Yoko.

My monet problems have gotten so bad lately that I won’t be buying a DVD this week.

I have also not passed (not failed, though, just got a D in) my math class, so I’ll have to take it again.

My room’s a mess. Maybe I shhhould clean it.

My cell phone profile’s name is “try”.

Sarah, when I talk to her, it reminds me of the emptiness that she’s left. Like it’s a part of me, her, I mean, like she is missing from me.

Tess, the 16-year old, avoids my calls now and doesn’t even have the decency to return them. What a shame. It’s embarrassing.

I deleted her from my cell phone, after, of course, calling and leaving a message saying how I wouldn’t call anymore.

Why must I let them know before I do it. (I’m afraid they won’t notice if I do not.)

Anything else.

The empty feeling hasn’t gone away yet.