2002-02-14 - 8:42 p.m.
I think I found true love but she lives in calli. at least I've helped someone!
Zack. Its been awhile since I've wrote you. So much as changed. Its
alomost as if I'm in a new world. I'm moving. Strange part is I don't
know where. Somewhere to a foster place. My mother can't handel me any
more. I don't see why. I keep to myself. I ignore the little
imperfections that would cause a normal teen to wine and complain. I've
done everything I can to keep from being a bother. Now I'm just getting
kicked out. I can't understand. I slit my wrist. Not to try to kill
myself or get red of any pain. If that was the cause I wouldn't tell
anyone. I did it because I wanted to feel the pain. But the funny part is
cuts to people is very hard. They don't want to understand, son't care if
they do or not. I've been reading your diary thing. It got kinda
confusing. With your clam happy thing going on. Sounds like things are
really fucked up. Such as your thoughts of suicide. I can't really tell
you not to think of it because I've been there many times, its even put me
in critical care. I don't know your secrets, your stories, your reasons
for what you feel. So I'm in no place to tell you they aren't worth it.
But I can tell you that your diary has really helped me. This earth needs
people like us. To create more of our kind, intimidate the "preps", and
help us through things. After all, so far you're the only one who seems to
weeks. I hope to god your ok, I wish I could be there for you, but an
internet connection is all we have. I hope to hear from you soon. And
good luck, with anything. Bye