November 8, 2001
I told him to come. He didn’t. I felt sad. Everybody came. He didn’t even try. He had his reasons. But they just weren’t good enough for me. I was too proud to even request further. I didn’t want to be the kind to keep bothering him. But it made me sad as hell. But then I couldn’t stay sad for very long. I got busy with other things. I could still feel a trace of sadness in me. I couldn’t do anything about it. I couldn’t tell anybody either. Now I’m just too tired. I don’t want to think.