May 7th 2005 Once again I broke down. I just came home from the ravine. I needed some "help." The bad thing is I don't remember going down there the next thing I knew I was moaning Jay's name then getting dressed and walking out of his van. Getting looks from all the other sluts there. "Don't hate me cause I'm with him," I said. I'm not with him. I'm with J.t., most of the time anyway. I'm still confused about what I'm going to do about this. As long as I don't get anymore "help" I'm sure I'll be fine. -EMMA NELSON