"And I don't mind saying a part of me left with you."

Well, another weekend gone. I'm in tears right now, again. I hate when my boyfriend leaves. Why can't he just stay or take me with him?! I sound like such a little girl right now... But having him beside me just makes everything better. The second he leaves is the second another countdown begins. I miss him already. I'll add to this post later. Work until 7, then British Lit stuff...

She needs a new journal. The one she has is problematic. To get to the present,
she needs to page through the past & when she does, she remembers things
& her new journal entries become, for the most part, reactions to the days
she regrets, wants to correct, rewrite.