Dear journal,

     I'm alive! I'm in pain, but I'm alive! But that's not my main concern.

     Edward is older. OKAY. HOLD ON. I DIDN'T KNOW SOMEONE SO HANDSOME COULD BECOME EVEN HOTTER AS THEY AGED. But there is one thing I don't know how to handle.... His height.

     I'm 5'3! He's 5'4! HE'S LOOKING DOWN ON ME. I'M NOT USED TO IT. I'm going to have to wear my heeled boots until that thought stops making my head spin. 

     On the bright side, they look old enough to drink alcohol now. Might as well introduce them to beer. Slowly, of course. Don't want them getting too drunk. I'll just start with a single sip or maybe two.

-Hungary