sick
I faltered @ 5:59 p.m. on 11-14-02

Those two entries done earlier were by Joe. He is an insensitive piece of shit who could give a rats ass about anyones problems but his own. Awwww! Poor Joey is the only person in the world to have problems, so he gets to decide whose problems are real and whose are fake.

Matt and I are officially broken up. He has cancer, and didn't want to drag me down. He's known about it for a year, and still hasn't told his parents. Nothing I say will convince him to let me be there for him, he rather be alone. I feel like shit. I'm taking a break from this diary, and from the computer until I no longer feel like slashing my wrists.

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