Dear Mom and Dad,

Despite the fact that I was almost killed by some weirdo and MJ almost found out about my true identity, today was one of the best days I've ever had. We had a wonderful dinner, I might say romantic if it wasn't for those god damn (if God's there, tell him I'm sorry ^^) phone calls from people. We had, let's see, that thingy that looked like beef and MJ baked some cherry pie (my favorite, wonder if aunt May told her about it. It wasn't much but we really enjoyed ourselves.

MJ's living her dream now. She's starting out small but I bet she'll work her way up in no time. I think she has her father to thank for that if you know what I mean. While we were eating, I asked her whether she was seeing anyone (I know it was a personal question but I don't know what got into me, it just blurted out); luckily she didn't say anything that'd have ruined the mood. But the way she slightly shook her head made me sad somehow.

Harry also called regarding you-know-what! You know what I told him so I won't bother telling you again. He didn't ask how MJ was doing; I think he gave up on her. I know it'd bother me if they get back together, and it bothers me that it'd bother me.

Oh yeah and about my new symbiote (I don't know what else to call it, it's obviously organic and seems to have a mind of its own!). Would you mind telling God the next time you meet him, that if he were to grant me more powers, please make it so that it wasn't too subtle? MJ almost walked in on me wearing that weird black suit. But then again, I was too calm to let anything weird happen, and well, something weird DID happen. I panicked and tried to think of a way to take it off, and it just wasn't there anymore. GONE! POOF! Maybe one day I'll figure out what it really is and its true potential. Let's just hope that it'll happen before I die while trying to use it..

Don't know why but I suddenly feel mad tired now. It's like all my life resources are drained. Gonna crash. Talk to you later.

This was the second time Peter had to stop his diary entry short. He could barely feel the pen in his hand anymore. The pen fell from his hand and rolled onto the floor. Peter tried to focus but failed miserably. He gathered the rest of his strength, and there wasn't much left, and shoved the diary under his pillow and surrendered to the weariness.

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Mary Jane walked into Peter's room and turned off the light. She had been there for a while, wondering whether to talk to him or not, and had unintentionally seen his secret diary. She could still see the brown corners poking out from beneath his head. She knew it wouldn't be right to read it without his consent, but she wanted more proofs, even though she was pretty sure.

She sighed and walked out of the room, quietly closing the door behind her.