Please don't leave me!
Hearing:Wearing:
Feeling like:
Thursday, Sept. 26, 2002
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Nathan found my diary. He found my fucking diary. He read the shit I put in here earlier and now I'm screwed. He totally hates me. I got into a bad mood and wrote some shit that just went through my mind. What the FUCK! WHY DO I ALWAYS FUCK UP THE GOOD THINGS IN MY LIFE?