I think I need to crawl into the land of the sims now.

I hate when people die. And I feel guilty if I haven't spoken to them in a while.

I've been thinking about my friend, Charlie. He died about two years ago. He's been on my mind all week. I cried so hard when I found out.

"I could never commit suicide," he once told me, when I was feeling particularly suicidal. "It goes against my religion. I don't want to go to hell."

I don't believe he's in hell.

I miss him a lot.

Love you, Charlie.

Love to you, Cove and Judy.