It’s been two months. Do you ever realize? Of course not. I’m going to spend my day taking pictures and laying on the beach. If my family annoys me I will walk away. If they really annoy me I will drink something to be happy. I will go to work. And then maybe see a boy who doesn’t mind holding my hand. And there are no stupid feelings. But how many times through all that will I think it’s been two months. I wish my memory was worse.