Hm.

M. is going to be gone all this week. College visit.

I wonder what Latin will be like without him? I was starting to get used to him dropping by my locker before third period. And now he isn't there. I wonder what I'll do when he gets back?

Ha. No. I know what I'll do: nothing.

I wonder if I miss him? Hm. Probably not. I just like the attention. Isn't that it? Yeah, I suppose so. But he did have a tendency to brighten my mood marginally at times. Silly me.

I can't believe there's only a month left. I find it hard to comprehend. But then, it's just another aspect of life that passes you by, and you only wonder afterwards if you miss it. I think I see the connection. Psht.

M. is just another part of "what could have been . . ." and "where did it all go?"

I'm going to go get ready now.