September 01, 2001

Here I am. All alone.

And I don't even feel it.

I just feel like I'm in my room and my parents are still a couple of doors away.

But they're not.

They're on their way home.

And this is my home now.

Surreal. That's what this is. Sure, I'll see my parents tomorrow. Sure, I'll see Ryan this weekend.

But I won't. I won't see them for a month. And him for four.

Am I strong enough to grow up? I don't think it's time for me to be making this decision. I'm not a grown up. I'm twelve.

Right?

astera at it's over