Dear Diary....

I have no life

Dear diary,

Again I am forced to write in this diary because apparently I have no life. Dad said " since you have no after school activities, how about you write in your diary." I refused but he kept insisting so you've got my attention. I wanted to comment saying " thanks for saying I have no life so go write your problems out." The reason why I have no life is because of mom. If only she couldn't have been in that car at that time she would still be with me. The murderer who hit my moms car was doing drugs. Dad said so.... Any way... I can't trust him any more I feel he is trying to shape me like clay. But this clay is to dry, you can't mold it. It stays in the container all day until someone decides to add water. No one has done that yet. If only they could.

Bye,

Jane