October 2nd, 2001
Dear Diary,
Screw this. I've stopped going to school. I quit. This is it. I can't take this anymore. No one gets me there. I'm done trying. I know that dream gave me hope… but I've decided to just stay home and wait. The doctor told my mom I should take some time off for my "mental health"… but he just doesn't get it. I'm not going back… ever.
He will come for me. He will take me away from all this. We will show them… we will show everyone. I sit in our Secret Spot every day now. I tell mom I'm going to pick flowers, but… I just go there instead. Looking at our past helps me… It makes him feel closer… and it reminds me that he'll come back to me again. I'll wait forever… forever for him.
I love him…
