Sunday
It's funny to read this and recall that I actually thought not leaving the dorm all day was sort of a good thing. It's obvious to me now, looking back, that I was depressed.
Secret writing:
Melissa is a very rare human being. And, (and after saying so I feel stupid saying this) she's a lot like I used to be. She's unsure of what she wants, is afraid of being categorized, and doesn't communicate her feelings very well. I feel blessed to have someone like her praying for me. I can't wait to see her on Friday.
Yeah...
So yeah, Melissa was coming to visit the following weekend with her dad, and I was really excited about it. And the praying comment is another indication of how depressed I was. Religion was one of the things we weren't in complete agreement on. I respected her faith, even admired it, but I didn't share it.
Monday
Peter still doesn't like change, but he no longer has to unless he wants to.
