young: Sept. 09, 2002 (9:27 pm)

i'm afraid of the dark.

there were too many sick summer nights. in the woods, in my bed room sick, alone. i feel people everywhere and i feel nauseous again.

i guess i've always been afraid but i used to have such a firm grasp on the idea of another body which has now just faded away into air.

my imagination only sculpts horrors out of the unseeable now. i think i need a nightlight.

i cried for the first time in school this year. he looked at me and tried to make me smile. and he ignored me. and he stopped me to talk.

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