The Christmas after Mom & Dad split up, they both went crazy buying us presents. Matt, Jonny, and I were showered with gifts at home and at Dads apartment. I thought that was great. I was all in favor of my love being paid for with presents. This year all I got was a diary and a secondhand watch. Okay, I know this is corny, but this really is what Christmas is all about.

What about desserts?" I asked. "If the world comes to an end, I'm going to want cookies.

One of the more gratifying things about guilt is that it makes us feel important.

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

I have no privacy. But I feel so alone.

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.

Nothing good happened to Romeo or Juliet.