Feb 15, 2005 20:03
Nathaniel says life is not worth living anymore and that I should end it.
Momma socked him good. He lost a couple of teeth, I think.
Balthazaar is convinced he's close to a cure.
In the mean time, my hair is coming back, I'm getting more and more tired everyday, but I'm feeling better.
I hate the guards, but it's better than jail.
It's better than being out... there. With the people, and the hurt, and the danger.
No, it's safer in here. In my room. In my head.
All alone.