Chris and I ate lunch out in the cute place across the street. It was a nice Labor Day special activity of sorts, those burgers with bacon and fries. We walked along the Promenade afterward, which was nice.

Chris is sleeping with the US Open on television. I attempted to nap, but I am unable to quiet my mind. I struggle with feelings of hate toward the father, and subsequent feelings of guilt as I wonder if God would be disappointed in me. That lost feeling I know so well resurfaces after holding breaths.

I miss Cassie. I miss being innocent and naive, though I am still in regards to certain topics and themes.

I miss.

I'm scared.