November 5, 2007; 8:00 p.m. Monday.

Dearest,

Sorry I did not write in here. I have not had the chance to write very much lately. I did get up to one thousand, six hundred and sixty-six words, though.

An excerpt: “‘I didn’t hurt the babies! I didn’t hurt them!’ I cried, over and over again. ‘I didn’t hurt them, I didn’t hurt the babies! Please, I didn’t hurt them!’ I tried to get up off the grass and go towards them. A police officer sat by me and sat me down. I gave up, and sat with my head in my hands on the grass, muttering the same words over and over again.”

Holy crap. That is GENIUS. Oh, yeah… I started over. What I had before was absolute crap. I decided to try again.

Ryan is bugging me about the wedding again.

He should really just… not talk to me about it. I do not know if I even want to marry Evan.

Did I just write that? Wow.

Oh, well. No one is going to be reading this anyways. This is MY diary, not anyone else’s.

Love,

Katharine