Yesterday Annie told me that she doesn't think anything will ever be normal again.

I think she's right, and I'm rather shaken.

I'm going to france. not normal. When I get back to school my neither my dearest friends nor my love will be near. definitely not normal.

the next year I'll be writing a thesis and graduating. what?

after that, graduate school? marriage? a home?

I want to puke.

I feel as though things are moving too quickly, that I can't remember yesterday well enough, and that my past has become so disintegrated that I can't quite tell what's real or what I've invented.