This boy, he saw me in the woods, his name is Peter. I don't know what he was thinking, coming to me the way he did. Touching me like he knew me, saw me crying like that. Why does he even care?
He said he has problems too with school like I do.
Chris' notes are really hard to read, probably why I stopped using them. He seems preoccupied lately.
I'm counting the days on my calendar until I go home. I'm really scared. I want to be sick.
Vomit even. I did today from worry, nobody knew though. It helps when I am worrying, I don't know. I don't feel sick to my stomach.
I managed to pass my last quiz. Hopefully, I can keep up my grades.
Maybe, I'll get lu---nevermind. I need to sleep.