Dear Diary,
Frank woke up first this morning, and I had been sleeping on the floor. So when he got up to go to the bathroom, I felt the floor creak. He had been trying really hard not to wake me up. But when he saw me stir, he looked at me and gave me an apologetic smile. But he smiled! For the first time in the past few days he smiled!
He had come back into the room, and I had moved myself from the floor, onto the bed. My back still hurts from being on the floor all night. Anyway he hugged me and said "I'm sorry for being so sad for the past few days." I hugged him back and said, "I understand. It's okay Frankie." He then smiled at me again.
He sat with me and talked to me, telling me that he thinks his father did it as a suicide attempt. And he blames a lot of it on himself. I could only say that it wasn't his fault, because he's one of the greatest people in the world. I wish he didn't feel like it was his fault. I also said, "you better not kill yourself because of this, because I would miss you really badly, and it would hurt me." He nodded and hugged me again. I really hope Frankie would never think of suicide.
Mikey came in and Frank stopped talking about that stuff. Then we went to the park because mom told us to take Mikey. At least it wasn't too cold out. Me and Frank sat on the swings while Mikey played with some of his neighborhood friends. Mikey seemed to have more friends than me.
I think I might be gay. I think that boys are hot. But there's really not anyone I want to date. I mean all the boys at school pick on me horribly. I haven't told anyone but you diary.
~Gerard
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