Two and half months is far too long to be a moping hermit. Sadly, it seems to be how long I needed to once more get ahold of myself. What with Greg's leaving and dying, that brought forth all the tears I pushed back from Mother's death. And then Father's death day, and then Aidan's...

I do hate spring. It's too depressing off a season, too many dead.

Simon wrote me a few days ago. Who knew little brothers knew how to knock their elder sisters from their depressed states? Summer is coming soon, I cannot wait to have him home.

I suppose it's time to get back into society. I haven't paid much attention to news, so I wonder how much I have missed.

Best to start with that owl to Tristan's little sister...

It's been ages since I caught you up on anything interesting, I do hope you aren't too upset with me. Life's just been hectic, and I find myself busier than I've been in years.

( Got no time to dilly-dally )

I ran into Greg on Friday.

Yes, that deserves to be the first thing I write down because seeing him and talking to him just brought back some memories from a certain night in America.

( Not another sudden ending. )

I really need to write in this more often.

( More musings and memories. )

Another new journal, huzzah. I really should fireproof this one...

Stupid imp...

( River recently recalls... )