Elizabeth Brooks
Condo, LA
June 29, 2002 (1 week later)
I have been feeling like s**t in the last few days. Missing Jake has been effecting my physically; I have been getting headaches, using the washroom to empty my bladder constantly, and feeling violently nauseated.
I walked to the living room and smiled at all the flowers. Jason has been sending basket after basket filled with chocolate, stuff animals, and bouquets with love notes attached. After the twelfth one, Sara asked to delivery guy to stop bring them. When he told her he couldn't, she would collect the notes and tell him to keep the rest.
She obviously missed him but she would always try to play it off. I rest my head on her lap and moaned.
"Still feeling sick?" Sara asked as she watched the television. I nodded. "It's be
