Bridgets Diary
August 06
Well well well, life in Turkey is turning out to be more fab than i thought it would be. I recently founded a name for my one and only, Hector. Who happens to be the 4000 aged skull who obviously prefers my company in favour to any one else. Tee Hee. Dont i sound like some giddy 10 year old? Besides my immature mind, that i have caught myself keeping to myself since i got here, it's lonelllllyy without my girls.
Somethings going on with Tibby. I havent heard from her in over a week now. I tried calling, left a message. Tried emailing, never got anything back, so i now have to decided to send her a long detailed letter telling her how much i love her and miss her and her smart ass remarks. So poo on me, for the first time since i got here i am finding myself bored. Like, really bored.
Here i am outstretched on my perfectly unstable cot, overlooking the beige roof of the tent. Theres a warm glass of water beside me and i feel like throwing it in my face for some form of excitement that doesnt revolve around digging. Maybe i'll go over to the lab and check to see what specks they have found on Hector. Oh Hector, why are thy thinking of you more than thy should be thinking about Eric.
I've concluded this as being some form of test. A self-fullfilled test allowing me to see how i can survive being here all on my own. Lightly coloured pieces of Eric flow through my mind but yet when i turn my head and rest my head to sleep there's someone else who crawls their way into my mind. Someone oh so crystal and oh so clear. Peter.Petaa.Pita.Petur.Petar. Pretty Peter.
We actually spent some time together digging around Hectors finding spot yesterday afternoon. Really, he's a nice guy. Man. Guy man. And to my most happiest dissapointment he is happy married. Married. Hmm. The word almost send an unwanted shiver within me. A shiver in a sense that says that marriage is NOT a vow in my life. I've seen it all through my girlies and most ultimatly myself. Carmen: divorced parents. Tibby: not wanted. Lena: parents who dont approve. and Me: Once alive, but commit suicide. Ugh ok. no more talking about this. I really dont feel like crying, and already i can feel the salty water stining my eyes.
Enough.
I shall write to you soon.
My only friend, besides of course Hector my loveeeeee.