11-17-06| 2:26 am
What do you want, I was going to ask. I am giving all I have to give. Sleeping too much. working too much. Anytime I talk there are tears in my eyes and I don't exactly know how to fix that. I have removed the outside influences and here is what's left: this girl, this broken young girl.
I don't know what you did because I'm too scared to remember but you broke me, somewhere in all of this you broke me. All I have left is scared. Scared to live my life because I'm scared I'll screw it up again. I can't change anything because this living is precarious and I'm scared I'll fall, sinking, drowning, just like before.
Scared. I am scared.