I'm Not That Naive a Child

I realized that whenever I write in my diary, I always record dirty, filthy, hideous things.

But what else can I do if I don't write them down?

I'll go mad.

Men who abuse girls deserve eternal damnation.

What about women who abuse boys?

I don't know.

All I know is that I'm becoming cruel too.

I'm guilty.

This is the punishment I deserve.

I can't write anymore.

She's come to see me.

I can only pray she won't do anything outrageous, won't hide behind some high-minded excuse again, and won't say anything [revolting] (crossed out).

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't be so cruel.

But I'm really not that naive of a child.