Life sucks, so here's more proof. It's the first of the year and it's about 4:30am. Everyone, Mut Matt (a friend of Jason) (I'm at Willy's place) is asleep. I can't sleep. Willy told me something today that is keeping me awake. He said that Mariluz is contemplating asking me to her prom. I don't know what to say. I've never been so surprised. She's a beautiful girl and I love her to death, but me? I almost find it hard to believe. Ok, I do find it hard to believe. A prom date is supposed to be a boyfriend/girlfriend thing. Or between very close friends. I don't see either of those relationships between us; especially with the large gaps of time between our meetings. I mean, I love her, but I don't see that emotion from her. And if it turns out to be true, and if I go (you know I will) it'll make her leaving so much harder on me. I couldn't say no, even if I wanted to. I just hope he wasn't joking. Jokes aren't meant to hurt this much.

 $1,000 reward for the arrest of Jcauffe is released.

 Long time, no see. Nothing new, yet, except that Willy moved.

 ALONE

 Voices in my head are voices of the past.

 Same old, same old.

 Same here, except that I sent out the letter for Carissa.