OKay, well. I have not talked to Mike for two days, and I am worried. Yes I am a worry wart. Because he has been getting major migraines and everything his Lori, doesn't help much. I keep trying to be an optimist in saying that he is out looking for a job or he's sending me letters instead. But, I don't know. I really miss Jim Morrison for some reason. I put on his; waiting for the sun cd, and I miss him something terrible. I wish I could understand him..:( alas, it seems I shall never, unless I live the kind of life he lives.. etc.. with drugs and Balzac and Neitztche. mmm,I think I should. But I have Mike.. I love Mike. I do. I do. I-- don't know what to do. When my mom goes out to Andrew I am going to go for a walk, and see If I have any letters in Lisa's mail. I hope so.I will be so happy, the happiest I will be until I see Mike. Right now, Letters are the closest thing I can get to him, because that is his thoughts on paper.His writing... My granparents are talking about dying. Itscares me, because I know my grandpa will die soon. I keep remembering when Morgan's gran told me that he would, I sat on her sofa and cried a little bit. After having a mental breakdown. I was crawling around on her floor crying and laughing and screaming, and I hit my head and i couldn't see.. It was horrible, yet I could feel something through all of that. Like it brought me closer to something, yet I do not know what.