1997 Dear Journal, Why does everything bad happen on Wednesdays? Grandma, cuts, and the rest Even the chorus trip which if you ask me started this war What will tomorrow’s Wednesday bring? Well, Faith and Courage are gone now And I never had Purpose So what’s the point in looking For what was never there And for what is gone forever? They left because I don’t understand 11 years of friendship: gone 4 years of friendship: gone 6 years of friendship: gone wasted away to nothing Another dance that only I will dance. Another road that only I will walk. The others make me curse too much Margo knew how I felt Isn’t she dead? Oh yeah. I forgot. Otherwise she’d deal with them. my actions define me Courage was angered by my actions how cowardly they were yet they are me Faith left, frustrated with my lack of Courage my thoughts always focused on one thing; Death and what is not after it Thus begins my writings… “Mebook” “Vamp” other early writings “Runes of Death” what was that one about? All gone, never completed On the road to reparation Ever the optimist-pessimist-MPD sufferer Maybe things will finally come to RESOLUTION. Remember me. Please. Hunch confirmed. I no longer have a boyfriend There’ll be others. I was bored with him anyway How theological.