I'm the one not caring. I'm the one pretending the Earth isn't shattering all around me because I don't want it to be. I don't want to know there was an earthquake in Missouri. I don't want to know the Midwest can die, also, that what's going on isn't just tides and tsunamis. I don't want to have any more to be afraid of. I didn't start this diary for it to be a record of death.

The last living boy in America drops into my bedroom only he wants to be a monk. I think that pretty much sums up my life.

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

Great, the worlds coming to an end and we're fixing it with Band-Aids

Life catches you by surprise. It always does. But there's good mixed in with the bad. It's there. You just have to recognize it.

I wonder if I'll ever have to decide which is worse, life as we're living or no life at all.

Here's the funny thing about the world coming to an end. Once it gets going, it doesn't seem to stop.