no dawn, no day.

 [There's a lot of crossings out on this journal at first, because Dylan fails at writing things and she's not entirely sure what she should say. But then there is:]


if you were wondering where i am, i went out of chicago for a little while.

i went home to try and start to sort out some things.

its stuff you don't know about but old you kinda did but didnt

i dont know

i forget because i was upset at the time