2003-11-25| 9:45 p.m.
I didn't lie when I said I would not let you ruin this year by dragging me into an emotional whirlpool. I am not depressed. I am not depressed. I am not depressed.
I am seethingly angry, and it's different. I don't despair, I hate. I hate. I hate.
This time last year I cried myself to sleep every night. I was sad, always sad, slowly sinking. If I cry now it's out of anger, frustration. It's because the days aren't moving fast enough and I can't wait for my countdown to end.
I also didn't lie when I told you that I will leave here and never look back.