2004-02-11 - 1:16 p.m.

I don't know what to write...

I still want to die.Suicide is screaming in the distance and I am so tempted to follow her voice into the blackness.I haven't cut in a week but I don't know how much longer I can hold out.The only thing I really notice about this medicine is that it helps with the anger.I don't feel this intense rage anymore.I don't yell at frank every five seconds, which I'm sure he appreciates.

There are other things.Things I can't bring myself to write about right now.These things will be my downfall...

If only I had courage.

regrets - hopes

the past