Gosh, it's fun breaking in a new roommate. We're watching Camp, which she's never seen. She loves eighties music, so in some ways, it's a perfect match. I miss Jason, but it's kind of a nice change. We have this weird relationship dynamic based on self-disclosure, like we are trying to shock each other with scary little truths about our past. For example, we discussed our past suicidal ideation on my lunch today. I hope that this sharing thing develops into a closer friendship, and moves past the self-disclosing acquaintances thing we have right now.