May 24th, 1981
WHY does he have to be so smug all the damn time, WHY.
It's ridiculous how he can get me worked up JUST LIKE THAT but he does and I hate it.
I swear to GOD if we ever get paired up when we both pass the test I will quite possibly go insane.
Randomly, I visited Katie's grave site today and talked for a good, solid hour. It's weird, because A) I'm not a big talker anyway, and B) were she alive, I probably would have felt really awkward telling her some of the things I mentioned this afternoon.
But gods, do I ever miss her. The pain is never really going to go away, is it?
I need to quit doing homework at such a late hour. Then again, perhaps I'm well on my way to preparing myself to sleep at random times.