You were in my dream last night. (And by you I mean him.) You were walking with Princess Meri, and I asked you why you weren't at lunch yesterday. Was it LD? (Lunch Detention)

"Nah. I was in the French room watching a movie,” you said.

"Was the movie in French?" I asked.

"Yeah," you said eyeing Princess Meri. "And it was really good too."

I woke up with tears on my face. I don't know why that dream hurt my feelings and I felt so hated afterwards. I was fiercely confused.

Little Sister’s picture is in my wallet. (I finally found my damned wallet! I haven’t been able to drive, get lunch, or buy anything. That’s where my license, ID card, and money are.) Every time I think of her, I feel the need to take my wallet out and look at her. She’s not a beautiful baby, but she’s my girl.

In Biology today, we dissected rats. I’m not someone who gets grossed out by shit easily, but I nearly puked. Ours was pregnant, and so was the one down the row from us. While ours had conceived about a week earlier, the other rat was nearly full term. The team down from us took the fetuses out of the uterus and we looked at them. You could definitely tell that it was little rat. I didn’t feel repulsed, I felt very sad that these babies died right along with the mother, when they were so close to life.