I wrote to Jacob tonight--my former imaginary friend. He's the wisest and he'd know what to do...I wish he was real so he could tell me what's going on in my head.

I wrote to him about my fantasies...about Emma...meeting her and her story...It's so well thought out and I'm worried this might be one of those "phases." The kind of phases that lasts 7 years...I don't want that, or maybe I do and I just want the rest of the world to be okay with it...but I don't know what to do...this has been the longest month of my life! =[