3.7.2002
 
Oh god... I wish I could say the things I want to say here. But I know that people who care for me read this. Even Karen has interrupted once 'bout something that I said that worried her. Of course, it was nothing. This thing that I've kept hidden, however... it will kill me. Slowly, yes. Inevitably, yes. I long to be able to write freely what I want to about it here, but I don't want to upset all my friends. Yes, I'm protecting all of you from something that I need to stop. But I can't. Because as wrong as it is, it works for me. And it is one of the few things that has been getting me through these past weeks.

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