Dear Diary, December 25th

Hey, it's Christmas and I have to spend my second favorite holiday in

Southport Hospital Psyciatric Ward, sounds pretty fun, huh? I'm getting

back to being my old self, everybody in the band has come to visit me

at least four times a peice, except Freddy's who's first visit was

today. He was really...well, uncomfortable around me, didn't say

anything at first, so I had to start the talking:

Me: Freddy, you finally came to see me

Freddy: Yeah, sorry it took me so long

Me: It's ok, I'd be afraid to be around a person who could bring death

at any moment, too.

Freddy: I'm not afriad to be around you

Me: I was just kidding, a little psyciatric humor

Freddy:Oh, umh...well, Merry Christmas, oh.. I have a gift for you.

He gave me my diary.

Me: Thanks, It looks..so, familier

Freddy: (laughs)Yeah, I read it, like you wrote.. The nurse at the

front desk said, you could have it tonight, then they take it away

till you get outta here.

Me: Oh,...So, how's everybody doing?

Freddy: Everybody's good. Oh, god, I totally forgot! Guess what?

Me: Umh...Someone tried to commit suicide

Freddy:...No, we got a record deal

Me: Are you serious?

Freddy: Totally. The day you get out were gonna start recording, then

go on tour.

Me: Awesome!..Oh, but what if my doctors all like "She might suddenly

become suicidal"?

Freddy: Ah, we already figured that out. Your mom talked to that

doctor of you's and he'll let you go if someone's alway's with you.

Me: I can do that. So is this my Christmas present?

Freddy: Yeah

Me: How are you and Katie doing?

Freddy: Good

Me: Spazzy, Spazzy, Spazzy..I'm over that, I'm over you, all I see you

as now is one of my best friend, probablyyou are my best friend next

to Summer, but I shouldn't compare.

Freddy: Maybe you'll get out of here soon. You aren't gonna get held

back a grade are you?

Me: No, I have a tutor

Freddy: Oh, I have to go, need to get back and have dinner with my

parents. Seeya.

Me: Ok, bye..."Loverboy"

Freddy's visit made me feel better and stronger than I've felt since

my attempt.

When I tried to kill myself, they said I had temporary insanity or

something. The thing I remember the clearest, is jumping. It was like

I was flying, and when I hit the ground like falling in a pile of

pillows. But, that impact with the yard in front of Dewey's apartment,

broke two of my fingers and my right leg. My leg is still healing, even

though my fingers are fully mended. Writing about the suicide attempt,

is like having a bag of bricks being lifted off my shoulders. I'm done

writing right now, I'm tierd. But at least I get my diary back, when

I'm outta this hellhole.