2002-02-03 - 4:32 p.m.

It has been a while since I've written. I guess I wanted to pretend that I was happy? The last week I have been existing, merely that, nothing less nothing more. The last couple of days, however, I have been so depressed. I have been horrible to Frank. Yesterday we fought and I know it was my fault. I was being such a bitch. Last night I cried myself to sleep. I hated that I cried. I was trying so hard not to. I am tired of being so damn weak. I need to grow up. I terrified of life. I am terrified of growing up. I don't know what I am going to do with my life? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Any ideas??

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