Dear stupid diary,
Alexander won't go to sleep! He's playing piano on full volume.
Can't he sleep for even a second?! I need my beauty sleep, Alex!
Not to mention, it's storming outside. Alexander is scared of storms. I think he's got PTSD.
I don't really know anything about Alex's childhood. All my mom's told me is that he's from the Caribbean. And Alexander never talk about his past. He doesn't even talk about what happened yesterday. He always says that there's a million things he haven't done, and dwelling on the past doesn't help him achieve those things.
My mom is sitting outside his bedroom, trying to get him to unlock the door. She came in here, not too long ago, asking me if I could try to get Alexander out. I did try. But, nothing.
Mom is crying, she's scared for him. I'm going to stop writing now. I should comfort my mother.
- Marquis L.
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Dear stupid diary (Hamilton fanfic)
FanfictionDear stupid diary, So my mom bought me this stupid notebook. She's saying that writing down my feelings might make it easier to start a new school. So that's what I'm doing. - Marquis de Lafayette
