Dear diary,
You're the only one who understands and I shouldn't of written those words on Wednesday. I feel bad, after all, I have no one else apart from you. Mother's getting worse. She walks around the house, blankly staring at us. She's losing touch, it makes me scared, Diary. It's like she sees us, but cannot recognise her own family. Oh, diary, what do I do?!
The drama in school has died down. I think I'm fine now. I talked with Amina, she says she would never leave me. Hurt me. I really hope she's not lying.
Dad's still working hard, I want to help him but I don't know how. Yesterday, after I wrote to you, I found a bank receipt. Gods, help us. I don't think we'll have enough money to buy groceries next week. Diary, I also think I'll take that pill again. It makes me feel calm, fine.
I feel good.
Bye, diary.
-Love Daya
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