My diary

Dear diary 32

I'm so sick. My sister tried waking me up for no reason and I threw my stuffed giraffe at her.

My stuffed giraffe is named toasted marshmallow. He helped me when my mom left to go to another country when I was about 9. He is one of my best friends and I know he'll accept me even if no one else does. Not that it makes it any better considering he's a fucking bag of stuffing but he cares.