Nothing good happened to Romeo or Juliet.

I have no privacy. But I feel so alone.

I feel myself shriveling along with my world, getting smaller and harder. I'm turning into a rock, and in some ways that's good, because rocks last forever. But if this is how I'm going to last forever, then I don't want to.

Lisa's baby was due about now. I've decided she had it and it was a girl. I've named her Rachel.

Carlos was probably somewhere warm, eating three meals a day, and sleeping in a real bed. That was the life

Back in the time when life was easy, the Internet would have told me what I needed to know. The great thing about the Internet was it didn't care why you were asking.

But I don't want to have to stop feeling. I really think I'd rather die than stop feeling.