2001-12-16 - 10:04 p.m.

I got cum in my eye. That makes me laugh.

Sometimes I feel as though I pressure Frank to do stuff he doesn't want to do or that he ends up regretting. I don't want to do that. Maybe I should give up anything remotely relating to sex?

Today was an ok day. It is the happiest I've been in a long time. I stayed home by myself all day and made cookies. I just felt peaceful.

Now that feeling has faded and I feel... well like I want to die. I just don't feel like writing anymore.

Fuck off.

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