07-02-07| 4:07 pm

There is only one person pressuring me. Possibly, this is indicative of him knowing nothing.

This is the time of carefree youth. I almost lost it but I snatched it back and now I enjoy every moment of it. There is no worry, I tell him, of how I will manage. I think it is clear that I will manage.

I am young! I tell him. But I look in the mirror catch glimpses of what time will do to me. I long to age, for body to fit mind.

As for the rest of it, everything is good.