It's very late. I should be sleeping right now.

After much deliberation, I have decided not to decide anything until I have spoken with Andy. Its becoming increasingly more probable that I'll end up sticking with the relationship a bit longer. Each day I feel better and better. When I relive the situation in my mind, its still horrible. But my hard feelings towards him have greatly softened. I need to talk to him.

I've spent that last few nights getting my mind off of the events with friends. Kate and I drank Jamba Juice and looked at brightly colored dresses. I decided that for prom I want a blaze orange dress. or maybe a bright pink one.

Today at work, I sat at register, and I watched my manager look over the more expensive items we carry in the store with a sad look on his face. I look at him and its like he feels he's a failure. In the past month, we have been ripped off so many times. People have stolen thousands of dollars worth of merchandise, and we have even been robbed. Since the last incident, where our safe containing all the money in the store was stolen, he has become rather despondant and very melancholy. I know, that if I were in his situation, I would also feel that way. Its most definately not his fault, but he feels that the security of the store is in his hands. I can't imagine how he must be feeling. That feeling that you've failed. It may not be a glamorous job, but its what he spends his life doing... I dunno.. its just a little sad.

And now here I am, sitting in my room that is completely dark, excluding the light from the computer screen and my alarm clock. The clock reads 1:32. I see faint outlines of shapes that are meant to be furniture. And I hear my cat purring next to me.

Good night.

a new piece melted @1:24 a.m.