October 11th, 2001

Dear Diary,

It's getting harder as each day passes so slowly. I watched the clouds pass by this morning as I was so sweetly reminded of our youth. I miss them so much…. My friends… when will they ever come home to me again? They have become… my everything. I know our friendship can conquer it all… we will be together forever… all 3 of us… its destiny.

After I watched the clouds this morning, I was walking along the beach and I came upon the raft we made so long ago… well only 3 pieces were left. Most of it was gone, but it did bring tears to my eyes. We were so young, so crazy, to think that we could sail away… sail away to other worlds. Of course now we are not so naïve, but still… I miss those days. I miss my friends…

Mom found my stash of unused sleeping pills while I was out. I put them in my dress drawer every night when she would give them to me. I do not know how I am going to get rid of them now. I guess I will have to be more creative. Needless to say, I'm screwed for the future with my parents and the whole trust factor.

Please… come home soon….