Ok, here we go again. I tried it once and

it was ok, but now this seems a little

ridiculous. I bared my soul on that last

entry and all I got out of it was a sore

hand from all that writing. Im trying to

stay motivated here, for Tinas sake”ok so

maybe its for my sake so Tina doesnt kick

the ***** out of me”but you get the point.

Who is you anyway? Im sitting here

speaking to some sort of audience.what the

***** is wrong with me? Thats it Porter!

Youve lost your mind!! Well, that

certainly would explain a lot. I really

dont get this whole therapy thing. Tina

was always good at this”being able to

verbalize how she felt. I kind of always

envied her for that. I knew this would

happen! Im sitting here at the ***** crack

of dawn when I should be sleeping and

instead Im wide-awake trying to write

my feelings down. Hows this for feelings”

this sucks! Dan told me that if I hit a

roadblock to just keep writing, to keep

talking and things would just fall into

place. I hope hes right because I feel

like Im just babbling here waiting for the

white coats to come and take me away. Tina

is sleeping so peacefully next to me, I wish

I could be sleeping too. She is so gorgeous

even when she sleeps. I love how she

scrunches her nose when shes asleep, almost as if shes deep in thought. Its

adorable! Her hair is all messy from

tossing and turning and shes wearing my

Med. School t-shirt with a pair of boxers.

I love it when she wears my stuff. I dont

know it almost makes it feel like shes a

part of me, like she has taken my past and

as made it her own. It makes me feel really