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Dear Journal,
Today is day 4181. I don't feel like writing it out. I just want to figure out my thoughts.
Well, my thoughts aren't the problem. It's Kasper's. He was so... different? I don't know the word. Unfamiliar? Is he just mad at me? I mean, he's had this cold for the past week, and he knows how I am about those. I can't go near him, obviously. Anyways, he was acting like a total stranger. It took me three tries of calling his name until he finally responded, and even then he seemed a little confused on who I was. Even that doctor seemed like she knew something was up. I didn't know his cold was THAT bad. But it should sort itself out. I think. He'll get better, he always does. Then everything should go back to normal.