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Hmm. Today was strange. My friend is leaving now. I'll miss him. Maybe he wont have to leave all the way. I miss the bats. I hope I get to see them again this summer. I really hope he can stay. I don't know how I could have another friend die. Too many of them die. I'm sure Patrick is dead too. But I wont admit it. I miss them. But of course I forgot them all. If I didn't then I might fall and let some one down. But I want to now, to remember. blah, I hate them. No. I couldn't stop shaking earlier, I hate that. It wasn't the stupid war, as she tried to tell me, I don't know.