Wednesday March 5th, 2008.

Dear Diary,

I’ve tried so hard to forget her. It just doesn’t seem possible. She was a part of everything I ever did. I walk down the street and I think of her. I look into a store window and see all their stuff, and I automatically think "Kelsie would like that…" then reality hits me like a ton of bricks all over again.

I think I’m going to escape for a bit. I’ll be putting up some poems and short stories. Just some stuff, maybe get my mind off of things.