Saturday, Apr. 20, 2002 | 9:00 a.m.

there are twenty-two school days left until summer. there are actually thirty-four days until i graduate. i turn eighteen in fourty-five days. i get to see you in six-and-a-half days.

all things now are foreign. the times are changing and everything is a new experience.

with her, it has become routine. i will never have peace. but maybe, someday, i will stop feeling guilty. and when that day comes, nothing--not graduation, not summer, not my eighteenth birthday--with have anything on the celebration that will occur.

that day will truly be the beginning of new life.