Today Fifty years ago James Dean died.
It makes me really sad even though I never knew him and he died long before I was ever born.
I think I am lonely.
I miss all my friends and I continually grow jealous of everyone getting to be together. I love my friends here and they make me feel better but still I feel weird. I don't know what it is. I wish I could make some sense of it all. Oh well enough of my complaining. I hope everyone remembers my little James Dean today because even though I didn't know him, I know he is worth it!!!!
P.S. In two weeks I get to see the love of my life.