It's all becoming a bit more real. This boy was in my cousin's high school class and was friends with a kid I worked with. I even met him once or twice, often enough to remember his face. I didn't know he was in the army though, and I didn't even know he died until yesterday.

I'm going back to Chicago tomorrow. I just want spring break to last for a few more weeks. Went to Emory yesterday and saw the boy and some of my random high school friends. Whenever I'm home, I feel like I've never left. I could just melt back into this life like the last two and a half years didn't happen. But when I'm in Chicago, high school seems so far away, like it happened to someone who isn't really me. I think my conception of time is just all screwed up.