I can't believe what I just wrote. I can't… Oh, shit. I can't believe I actually said that, well… wrote. That's the first time I've ever said that… wrote it.

But yes, I love Frank. I don't exactly know why, but I think it's probably because I'm fucked up, and I like things I can't have. That's why I took him.

Over these past few weeks that I've spent with him, I can honestly say that I admire him.

I admire his looks. I admire his personality. And lastly, I admire his will to live. He honestly believes that he'll be able to get out of room, my house, my life… alive.

And I wish he could, but, but.