Dear Diary, I can't find an answer.

Monday, week 1

Dear diary,
School began today. It was tiring, to say the least. Boring too.
Not only did I not have my friends in the same class, I felt different.
There's something off.

Maybe it's just me, maybe I've grown a tad bit taller, or perhaps, just because it's a new school year.

I think that I'm overthinking.

Mother is fine, she's still on the medicine.

Dad is, well, still the same.

He's working even harder now, working harder to be able to support our future, support our tomorrow.

Oh, diary, we've been struggling. Grocery shopping has never been so complicated before.

Tessa, my older sister...she's not taking it so well. It's like she's trying so hard to bring the whole family down, she thinks dad doesn't care about her enough for not buying whatever the hell she desires. She never talks to me, Tessa, she's always busy. Oh, maybe I'm just unapproachable, as some say.

I've never felt so angry at Tessa before. I have to say, I hate it when she doesn't care about anything as she goes on complaining about not having the latest iPhone or whatever. It's so annoying. Rude.

I don't know, to be honest. I'm just tired of school, bored of life.

Today wasn't interesting, a Monday, I hate Mondays. For some reason, Amina and Kate weren't as talkative, they seemed distant. Stop, come on, stop thinking.

I mean, I'm sure that those looks they gave me behind my back were imagined by my overflowing mind. I don't know. I shouldn't be thinking about them like that though, they're friends after all. At the end of the day, I'm overthinking, I love them and they love me. That's the simple truth. I need to stop overthinking.
For now, it's see you later, diary.
-Love, Daya