I will not let this trip be hell.

The URL to this site was on my cousin's computer's internet history. Have you been stalking me, cousin? I suppose that's okay. This journal is incriminating in much different ways than it once was.

Compton, get online. I don't think he will. I have a feeling this five weeks will just make us forget about each other.

I wonder if his admittance of being in love with me was serious or not.

God, really, I hope so. I mean, you know me and my cynical ways of thinking, but, come on.

Anxiety as to how this will affect our relationship is f#@$ing killing me.





Five weeks. Five weeks. I miss the Ladz. I miss Samm. I miss a lot of people, I guess.

It's only been two days. I suppose once my cousins and I get past the, "Hey, this is awkward because it's been two years since we last saw each other," the trip will improve.

I wonder when my grandmother will pass away. Her health's been detiorating (I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPELL THAT CORRECTLY TODAY) for the past few years. Maybe it'll be while we're here.

I cried a lot on the morning of my departure.

I'm good at blocking things out.







SIIIIGHHH. I need a cigarette.

But when are you going to see Love Story 2050?

I hope that you don't forget each other.

I doubt that anyone will go with me because it sucks so bad.

Yeah. That could happen I guess. Oh well.