Things aren’t good. I don’t feel happy. I came to visit this place and it’s people. They tell me they love me, but in reality my time here is over. I am a “has been.” This place is different now, for it seems Allen and Vince drink way too often, and even once Sarah returned to this land I felt a distance from her that I felt during the semester.
We talked a little last night, and I don’t think I’ll see her much this weekend. This land is still new to her, she wants to visit with her friends who have stayed up here for Summer Theater, and I don’t want to compete for her time or attention.
I’m pretty miserable, for I no longer have my own room or place to go. Lindy wants to stay up here longer and doesn’t want to take me back home now. I’m not sure if Sarah or Jessi do either. I feel like a burden, like extra baggage.
I’m staying over at Charlie’s. The guys know I’m here, but they already made plans for the weekend and aren’t changing them.
I simply shouldn’t have come.
May 10, 1998 was a wonderful ending. Now I fear this weekend will be all I see when I remember this place. If this is how it will be from here on out, I don’t want to visit this place again.
I’d rather it live in on my memory…in my dreams.