I started and finished 'A Walk To Remember' last night. I cried and it was an oddly miserable content feeling.

I cried while holding Alex's raggity sweatshirt that he sent me (and it still has his smell) and I knew that I missed them so much. Everyone.

Then I thought I only have 3 and a half months left anyway which isn't such a substantial amount of time. I rolled over and thought some more. Fran. I would be leaving Fran. I couldn't do it. Hold it in I mean. I burst open and sobbed.