The conversation with my dad went okay. Somewhat along the lines of "I didn't want to have premarital sex and I regret that I did every day." It doesn't matter- I know what I want. There's no way I'm having sex before I'm married. It's going to be too big of a deal for me to throw around. I wanted to have sex with Matt briefly, to keep him, but I don't think anything he could have said or done could have convinced me to really consider doing it. I don't know.

School isn't going so well. I missed so much of it last week, four out of five days, that I have been doing very badly on all these quizzes I think. But debate is over, tennis doesn't start for a month, and I will unfortunately/fortunately be at school every day, so I won't be as behind.

Josh said he's falling apart. I guess he OD'd on ibuprofin twice last week. His addictions are making him feel like dirt. 256 miles away... I feel so helpless.

All the pain seems to coallesce into a dull ache after a while.