November 27

10:32pm

I just woke up.

I was hoping that Kurt would still be here with me, but he must have gone downstairs to bed.

I really wanted to ask him to stay, but I need to grow up.

I'm almost seventeen for God's sake.

Surely, I can sleep by myself.

My bath was really nice.

Kurt ended up coming in just after I finished writing my last entry.

He made fun of me because I dropped the soap (twice), but then I splashed him, so we're even.

It felt really good to laugh with him again. I miss that.

Kurt even helped me wash my back. I thought it might be weird, but it wasn't. It felt comfortable.

But even though it felt really really REALLY good, I couldn't help but think about it.

What if I AM sick?

I'm so scared. What if I have some disease or something and Kurt never talks to me again?

He'll think I'm disgusting and dirty and horrible.

Yuck. I don't want to think about that right now.

I want to think about good things. Like my bath. And my new room.

I still can't believe they gave me my own room.

I'm even sitting at my own desk right now writing this. How amazing is that?

The best part about my room is the bulletin board above the ( my! ) desk - Kurt made this awesome collage thing from letters out of a magazine. (Probably Vogue).

It says COURAGE.

I'm gonna take a picture of it with my phone and use it as my background so I always remember to be strong and brave -Just like Kurt.

He's so amazing. I don't know how he always knows what words I need to hear.

It's like he knows what I'm thinking... all the time.

Okay... I'm going to try and go back to sleep now.

Wish me luck!

:)

( Kurt makes me smile! )