Last night I decided that it is true about the house… something is seriously wrong here. My friend visited last night, climbed in though the window and we smoked a joint and talk about… weird things. I would not let him talk about the house to much… it just freaks me out. I do not want to be in the next Carrie or Exorcist, though I would make an excellent movie star…
I guess everyone has a tough time… he did not say it out right but I can tell his dad beats him up all the time and wants him to be a sports star… only he is not quite good enough and wants to be an actor, I am sure he will make it…
Anyway after he left it got really hot again, my mind was exploding with fear so I took the diary in the closet and slept on the floor… even there in the dark I know someone was looking at me… so I put on some clothes and tried to sleep… I think this is getting serious… I am headed over to the GIRLFRIEND’S house later…maybe we can read the diary together… do not want to do it alone.
Down 2 pounds almost there!
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