I don't know where to begin.

I keep not knowing where to begin. I can't seem to find words that fit into neat little paragraphs. Perhaps I will list.

My father's funeral was difficult. I don't love being touched and everyone seemed to need to hug me. I will do it all again in the land-o-corn in a week or so.

D is gone. He's spending most of this summer in Wisconsin with his parents. It's inconvenient and heartbreaking. But we need a break. He was here for the funeral. That's all I need for now.

I graduated. I got A's in all eighteen hours this semester. That's pretty awesome. I know my dad is proud.

I don't know what to do with my time. After I'm done with this Indiana thing I'm pretty sure I'll develop a routine of some sort.

I've never made a decision that didn't involve a boy. Seems like now would be a good time to start trying that.

I feel empty, and so very sad.

I'll try again soon. I want to be able to say the things I want to.