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May 10, 1999

         Sometimes I just don't care what people say. I'm always scared of what I'll end up to be. What I might do to myself to fuck up my life. I am like others but with a lot of problem's in my way. I still think about those days when I was first raped and hit by someone. I still think about how my friends and parents thought of me, the M.T.S and the worrying if I had a child or not. I realise what drugs do to me and know I should stop again but how it is so hard. Sometimes my mind is just somewhere ells.

P.S. But you know, I'm a kid and later on I won't be 16 again so why not live my child hood and see what the future holds.