2001-08-08 - 1:08 p.m.

The train followed us home... how scary!

I am sorry for many things I've done, that I've said. I am sorry for being who I am. I will change. The future starts today.

The past is obsolete.

Everything is forgotten.

Please forgive me...

I am trying.

I wish I weren't so sensitive.

Feelings too often get in the way.

Is this a flaw?

I want to be different.

Change is so hard.

I hate myself.

Please forgive me.

Please.

The summer flew by. It seems like a dream. Some parts I want to forget, others I want to remember forever.

I hope I can survive what's to come?

Is there really any hope for me though?

regrets - hopes

the past