dear...

Dear whoever is reading this,
classes day five will commence tomorrow. its going sort of well. I keep getting smacked in the face with waves of blue, though. it could be something like, my pillow or a phone or a bike or something, but its always there. i hate admitting defeat or even slight gives in my resolve, but its working to be that way sometimes. i miss thomas, i miss mom and dad, i even miss grace...
oh well, im learning.
mariko