February 27, 2004 -- AGAIN!
I can't sleep. I think I slept myself out earlier this week, and now I'm doomed to a lifetime of staring at the ceiling at 3:00 am every night.
What do you think, Diary? Did I tell Mark the truth? Did my friend really die, or am I just being a stereotypical brooding teenager? Maybe the truth doesn't matter, because I sure feel like a friend died.
I can't explain the grief thing to anybody other than you, Diary. I can't tell Buffy how I feel, because she still feels guilty about the whole Key thing. And now that she and Giles are dating (for a whole week now I guess, though they sure don't act like it. GEEZ, are they taking it slow!) I can't talk to Giles about things that I don't want Buffy to know. I know he wouldn't tell if I asked him not to, but it just doesn't seem fair to him.
Xander's still feeling pretty beat up about the whole Ms. Whedon thing so I don't want to talk to him. I suppose I could talk to Willow, but between work and school and her regular coffee nights, I never seem to get a chance to talk to her alone. But that's what I have you for, Dear Diary.