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Dear Diary…, the Rapture finally came and went…, a couple of days ago. It didn’t go down the way I thought it would…, or the way I was told it would, not even close, and it makes me mad. I had to choose whether or not to go…, I just wasn’t ready for that. I was like a deer in the headlights. I choked…, I blew it…! You know I blew it, otherwise I wouldn’t be here writing this down. I don’t know how many of us blew our chance to go, but I know I can’t be the only one, no way! I’m scared. I’m really scared; scared to go outside. It’s really ugly out there, weird stuff goin’ on. And the fact that there’s no electricity, or phones to really find out what’s going on isn’t helping. More later.