Zach said I was pretty. He keeps loading me up with compliments. And I like it. Something almost happened earlier. I really wanted it to. He did too. And I think it would have. But we had to stop it. I didn't want to stop it. But it was neccessary. It scared me. Because it can't happen. But my body is starting to take over my heart. Or maybe my heart is changing its mind. Erik is talking about alcohol. I think I might have some. Actually, I want some. Although my stomach isn't feeling all that great. Damn that stomach. I think I want to cut it out. Oh well, maybe more alcohol will make my stomach shrivel up and die.