Diary Entry Fifty One: Two Weeks

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December 12th, Tuesday

I wish I could say that I'm Mikey and that I'm okay. I could say that, but I'd be lying. Two weeks have gone by so slowly.

I keep rereading the note over and over... I mean, I can't believe he thought I hated him... Because I don't. I didn't.

I wish life wasn't so hard. I wish life wasn't so demanding.

I can't believe Mikey's gone. I can't believe he's dead. I've only known him for three months, and he's just... Dust in the wind now. All we are is dust in the wind in the end.

...I need Mikey. I need to be with him. I love him... If I died, we'd be together...

He said falling in love will kill you.

- Patrick

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