My reasons for keeping a journal are peculiar. I don't have a lot to get off of my chest, but what I do weighs me down like lead.

The one image that won't remove itself from the inside of my eyelids lately is the image of Courtney I saw. If I was able to see a spectral image of her, how can she be alive? I did not bother Carter with this, it's best to keep his hopes up as long as possible. I am seriously doubting it that James and Courtney Nichols are alive.

Natasha hasn't stopped by to annoy me or anyone else lately. I keep forgetting to ask Ethan if he's heard from her. Some friend I am. I get a bad feeling about her.

I've been watching A'Marie grow up right before my eyes lately. She's like a little adult now, going about her own things and finally understanding that swearing is bad. It makes me feel decrepit, and loaded down with worry, but at the same time, very proud. I keep joking with Lilaine about the monastery thing, but I won't be putting her into one. She'll go to Hogwarts like everyone else, I just hope it's not as crazy for her as it was us.

That's all for now.