It's been three months now. It's never been this late before. I'm not complaining by any means, but I am worried about what it means. I didn't realize just how bad it was. What is wrong with me? Did I do some kind of permanent damage? Should I tell someone or just keep waiting and seeing? It's funny that I'm this worried I won't be able to do something that a year ago I was completely confident I didn't even want to do. I can't tell Eleanor that. I hadn't even considered it until she said it but now that I think about it it's not really surprising. That's all for now. Goodnight. Hopefully I'll be able to sleep.
