Yesterday was my birthday. I didn't remember until my dad told me. (He says I'll get my present when we get to Amsterdam in a couple weeks.) I turned 14, but for some reason it feels like no big deal. At home this day would have been the highlight of the year, but now it's like ... whatever.
Maybe it's because I'm still so sad about Arway. She was my friend. I don't even know what to say about it. It hurts too much to say anything.Here's a picture of her. Isn't she beautiful?
