i bled today. thank god. i can start my birth control now. life is changing rapidly. i'd be lying i said i am not crumbling at the thought of it. change. maybe it's because now i am loved tremendously, and change is only natural to natural beings. thesis writing makes me want to die. i wanna get my boyfriend something special. like my hair on a heart locket. or my blood on a vial. or a scarler letter tattoo. there is no affair, of course. only heaven. and sands of time. and names of unplanned, unborn children eating away from my body and happiness. i'm kidding, of course. i want him as my family. been thinking about elijah again. i wish i could say sorry. i wish i could be a better person. i kinda want him back as a friend, but i feel like i'm betraying my friends and myself with that thought. i mourn his poetry. i mourn the way he loves. he's always been right. there is no one like him. i wish he loved me as a friend. but it's ok. time is seeping. i will find more poet friends. i will be happy. rein said our future daughter's name would be Aevi Magdalene Cumbe. i love that. i don't need to see my grandfather's surname in it. magdalene is enough. amen.