This is Mary writing. The entry two previous was by my rat-faced brother (he's 12 years old and should know to respect other people's privacy--that's the last time I leave my computer on without password protection).
Let me be frank: I do not like girls. Joy is the only one. She's always been the only one. Oh, Joy, it's so freeing for me to finally share my true feelings. It's burdened me so long. I will say no more. My heart is now in your hands.
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