October 14, 1999
My friend just gave me this diary. She said that it was her old one, and she never used it. She's my only friend. But I guess I have another friend. That is you Diary. I think you're the only one I can spill my secrets too. And there is oh so many. I wish I could do something. But there seems like there is no where to go. I think I should think of a name for you. I will be talking to you a lot through everything. What name do you like? How about Lorie. I like that name. That was my sister's name. Before.. Before dad got mad at her. That's a different story though. I'm sorry this entry is short, Lorie. I promise it will be longer next time, but my dad is drunk right now, and I'm suppose to be sleeping. Please forgive me for not telling you my secret. Thank you for being my friend.