I Miss Jason.

Today is the Thirtith day of the Eleventh month of the Two-Thousand-Third year A.D. Today is the last day of my past. Starting tomorrow, my life will really be started over. Today was sort of cool. My brother wasn't at church, but when I saw him tonight, I felt so protected. The only time I feel protected is when he's calm. The rest of the time, I feel so...out of place. I need him to get through this world. My life has been totally turned upside down. You see, it was 8 months and 6 days ago that Jason moved. I'm over him, but he left me, Devon, Robert, and my old church. I haven't had a boyfriend for 6 days. Every month-on the 24th-something bad happens to me. You see, it was on March 24th, 2003, that Jason and his family moved. That was the last time I saw him in real life. I remember when I told him that I was cutting myself. He gave me the best advice anyone has ever given me. He told me, "Just because I'm not here, Bonita, doesn't mean that you have to cut yourself." You see, It was because of him that I started cutting myself on January 8, 2003. It was because of him I stopped. I've got to go. I'll probaly finish this entry later. I miss him so much. I love him more than I had ever loved anybody. I really need to go.

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