Sunday I actually spent the night with Mike Drake. Even though I'm "over him" seeing him is still note worthy. At any rate--the two of us watched Oceans 11 together...it was the first time I've seen him (besides the uncomfortable looks in church) since our final break-up...it feels weird...I loved seeing him--I truly did. On another note: Today I was stolen from. My monk bag, license, cell phone, check soon, SScard, $ all gone...it feels like my life has been taken from me. My security, my safety, identity has been taken and I don't know how to get it back...someone could use my house keys and come in my home and...this does not sit well with me and I'm shaken to the core. I feel like someone could harm me...I want to scream at...at whom I do not know, but I want to scream, and get my life back...I wish I was back at school so I wouldn't have to deal with this... I feel so helpless--I wish I knew everything was going to work out, but people say things will "work out" just to make you feel better. In reality some people get haunted with never knowing, pets are never found, and children are taken from their front yard... He sat silently on the couch tonight. I remembered it all--I haven’t forgotten one action...as I secretly hoped I would/ My memory no longer allows failure...though I wish it would. This feeling of not knowing kills my soul and wounds my heart... My refuge is these worlds within pages that rescue me...