Yeah, graduation was cool. I gave my speech, and I honestly think it was really good. It was well accepted, and people laughed. A number of people told me afterwards that it was the best of the three speeches, and I'm not really sure if I'm being vain when I say that I agree. Afterwards I had lunch with a bunch of relatives and Christopher, and Nick, and Caitlin and a bunch of other kids. It was fun. I find myself wanting to make fun of Christopher every time I talk to him though. I tried to stop today, but I'm so fucking tempted to be such a dick. I mean, I feel like there is a lot I want to teach him about growing up a bit, but I know it's useless. He'll figure it out when he needs to. I can't help, and I don't want to. I like the guy as is; it's just certain idiosyncracies that really, really, really, upset me and make me want to kill him. He was super cool today. I was so glad that my friends came. It made me feel a little more accpeted and less ignored. I'm so happy. I love them. I hate them at times, but I love them.

I think I'm so honest all the time. It's just a front. I'm a lying bastard. I'm trying so hard to be honest, but I can only manage to come up with little pieces that don't add up to the whole damn thing. We're all a bunch of liars. I'm so damn happy. That's not a lie. I'll write you again, dear diary, tomorrow, when I have more time and I have something real to say.

Oh by the way, Max rocks. His tape is awesome! I wrote him a letter yesterday that sounded really cheesy, but was heartfelt in the extreme. That guy wrote some nice things about me and I wanted to cry with happiness. I really like him. He's already making the best fucking kind of friend.