I think I’m in love… This is only the second day I’ve ever seen her, but I can feel it. Like with Lewis, it feels so true, how could I possibly doubt it?
I wish she were here right now… I wish I could wrap her in my arms and whisper quietly to her, tell her it would be alright, tell we could be happy together.
But why would I say that? It isn’t alright. It never will be. I’m insane, that’s why I’m here, she must be insane too. We can’t be cured, ever. How do you fix what someone is?
I stole a book… but I don’t remember where I put it… if I had a bed, I would have hid it under there.