Disclaimer: None of this is mine, it all belongs to numerous and assorted other people. Not me. Just for clarity, I'll repeat: Not mine, not mine, not mine.....

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March 30, 2002

Marie gave me this diary at Christmas and I hadn't written in it yet before tonight. I feel as if I need someone or something to talk to. I know I could talk to Charles, but somehow I think the things I need to say should be mine alone. Marie understands that too, I suppose. It seems odd that I call her Marie. Everyone else calls her Rogue. Though I call her Rogue in public, I think of her as Marie. Logan calls her Marie. I miss Logan. He's the first man in a long time that has flirted with me, or showed any interest in me. Because of my status as spokeswoman for the mutant cause kind of quells any male attention from the outside world and as for here at the Mansion? Well, Scott and I are together, I suppose. We sleep together, but I don't love him like I once did. I think he takes me for granted. A mission. I will talk to you later.

Jean