JANUARY 24, 1990
Diary | Age 12 | Tacoma
Tricia is one of my good friends. Her beliefs, in my opinion, are too much like her father's. Like her religion: [she] doesn't go to church, but seems to rely alot on God, Jesus, etc. I'm not that religious, I think. Sometimes when I'm scared I say a prayer type thing. But it's not to anyone but myself.
I spose [sic] any god or what ever is there as an unreal leader for those who need one. But we are our own leaders, to some called God or Jesus.
P.S. This was not and insult.
Have you noticed how messy and careless writing has been? Yuck!
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