Day #191: Kameelputs, SA: Out of Sorts

I'm sick of drawing pictures! I resent how they all stare. It's starting to get old real fast. Breathe it out. What do I expect? I'm the white American. I'm so glad Athelia, my host principal, won't be in tomorrow. She was bearable today, but has such shady tendencies.

I miss Laura. Wish she were here, filling this empty space. I'm going in all sorts tonight. I'm losing my sanity...wait...did I ever have it?? Hope Dale Alan calls tonight. One month from today and he'll be here with me. Everything about me is excited. He can't get here soon enough. I have a feeling this is really gonna work. Hope God knows what's up. Sometimes I'm just nervous and fearful. If this isn't it, I can't afford to wait another nine years, or 24. My heart will shut forever-unacceptable.