It's 5:41 in the morning, and I woke up 57 minutes ago. Because its hard to sleep with a broken heart. And now, my mom's up because she has to make it into the city for her new fellowship. And I'm proud of her. After four years of bullshit hardship that transitioned me permanently from Kansas City to Chicago, that put her out of commission from dealing with my bullshit junior year at the beginning of this diary, that finally she gets to practice medicine again. And I'm just proud of her.

And I reread all of my entries starting from: Scott and the End on 6.12.05.
Right after High School.

And there is so much that I've left out about Scott that I need to explain. So much about what happened to us that I never said. I need to fill the gaps of the uncertainty that I may forget in years times if we are never getting back together.

And thank God for writing in this diary, when I read it... it saves me everytime.

I'll explain later. When I don't have a test in a couple of hours. Maybe later tonight or tomorrow.

Wait for me.

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