Television

Day 12

Monday, June 16,1973
Dear Diary,

I don't recall what happened after my last entry, I closed my eyes for just a second. I. I don't remember... How did I get there? The shed. How did I get to the shed? I suppose I could ask Micheal. I have scratches on my arms and legs. I really miss the city... and my friends... my school... my- myself. Haha! That's funny. You don't realize how lost you are until you're too lost to save. Too lost to find. Too lost to live. I had a dream, about that girl in the sketchbook, me. She was trying to show me something, maybe she was trying to help me find Melvin! I should ask Micheal about her! Oh! Speak of the devil, there he is. I got to go.

Signed,
Melanie Hardsy