July 12 Dear Diary,
I think he knows, I think Frank knows, I think Magenta may even know, but she's trying to act like its all part of her imagination. I can tell Frank is furious inside, but he won't show it until something actually happens. Magenta's trying as best she can to not even notice. And Riff Raff, I can't seem to read him, to pick his mind of his thoughts. He always has a slight smirk on his face, but that's always been there. Why do I feel this way? To be in love with someone who, who, I don't know, is just....Riff Raff.
What can I do? Nothing, that's what. If-If I did do anything, I'd be betraying my best and only friend, and what would Frank do? That's what I ask myself before I do anything major: WWFD? What would Frank do? I ask myself not because I would do what he does, but because I must remind myself that he might not think to highly of what I've done, and if so, then what of the consequences? Frank doesn't have much of a heart. He would let me starve to death, if felt necessary.