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C. bought us tickets to go see Modest Mouse in May, but Momma says I cannot go anymore. It makes me a little sad, but I should be over it soonly enough. I am losing track of everything, but I am starting to feel better again. I have started reading poetry again, and showering regularly. I am cutting all of my hair off on Friday, but don't tell anyone. I have moved out of the dorms and am spending half of the week at home, and the other half with my friend D. There I sleep in the loft, with a big skylight over my bed. I have my own sink, desk, and lamp there. We eat popsicles and play with her puppy, Bravo. He is a crazy dog. I don't really know what's happening, but I'm just going to start taking days one at a time. The bell is about to ring now, so I shall write more later. I have not read much recently, I am still struggling.