  You may think that this title means that I did LSD today; and I did not. It means I read it in The Perks of Being a Wallflower and felt as if today I might as well have been on said hallucinogen.
Robin told me this morning that she is undergoing treatment for depression. It wasn't the biggest shock of my life, but it hurt to hear her actually say it. I don't know what to do, and I wish I could articulate it all better. One of the most painful things I've ever heard was when she said, "I wish I was you, Anna. " It hurts so bad to see her hurting, and I wish I could do something to help. Worse; I have the sneaking suspiscion that aside from her family and her doctor, I am the only person she has told. To make my already screwed up state of mind even more so, I have the weirdest feeling today. One of nostalga and longing for Cataldo.
It wasn't cataldo, persay, but a wonderful part of Cataldo: walking home with Asa and Danielle in eighth grade. We had the deepest conversations about everything and nothing and I felt so understood I could hardly believe it. I just miss that, I guess, to put it in simple terms. Affectionately... Anna 
