June 26 Dear Diary,
I've been here too long. I'm going crazy. I'm mentally degennerating. I have to get out of here. It's the same thing everyday. Frank is breaking down my mind. He's draining me of my love and emotion. I can't take anymore. No more mental abuse! It wasn't so bad until he killed Eddie. Now that was a man you could love. I have to get away! Frank, though great in bed, hardly says a word to me. Only uses me when he has that sudden erge. Which is quite often. That's one good thing about this place. But afterwards he just leaves. I must leave! But how? If only there were something here to love, something that would love me in return. I do love, though. I love Frank, but he doesn't love me. He doesn't know what love is. He only loves himself. If only there was something to love me in return.