I'm afraid. I don't know anyone. Murder is okay around here, people do it openly. I have actually thought about it, which scares me the most. Agony every day containing the demons inside. I've found love in this hopeless place, his name is Taka. He has long, pretty brown hair and coal black eyes. He doesn't know it yet, but I love him. Jamal has mentioned Nato looking at me, and it makes me blush a steaming red. But, Nato is violent. Drunk, and violent. He's a decent man, but I like Taka.
Diary, August First, 2009
