Dear Diary,
I'm sorry I didn't stay up with you. I was too tired and my eyes hurt. I'm too scared to leave my room. I don't know if my mom is home yet. My stomach hurts. I can't think.
She's home. Dirty, cut up, but home.
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De TodoDear Diary, I wonder how long it will take for anyone to realize. I can't wait until they do, their reactions will be funny. Thank you.
November 1st, 1992
Dear Diary,
I'm sorry I didn't stay up with you. I was too tired and my eyes hurt. I'm too scared to leave my room. I don't know if my mom is home yet. My stomach hurts. I can't think.
She's home. Dirty, cut up, but home.