Tabs might be sad.

It was you.

Tabitha is sat in s white padded room with a kind looking blonde, her therapist. Tabitha doesn't know what to think. She's honestly confused. Why did she attempt suicide? What had made her do that? She remembers nothing before being awaken in the mental hospital where she once dreaded to even hear about. The woman fixed her big pair of glasses and swept a loose strand back behind her ear. Then the kind blonde therapist spoke; "Tabitha, we need to talk."
"What is it?" Tabitha roared wildly.
"There's something quiet peculiar I've found in your diary I think it
can give us some answers and solutions to your previous break down." The therapist slid the diary opened to the last 10 or so pages since Tabitha met Dil.
"You have became so lonely in your head or so you think you are that you have been responding to your diary entries with a personality with an even more psychological issue than you. Its your handwriting and Dil came in to help us and fill us in on your behavior and he said that you have been glued to the diary and haven't been outside of his room in weeks. He says he seen you a couple times reciting what's written in here. Tabitha it was you."
Tabitha's eyebrows furrowed with confusion. Her mouth opened like she was going to say something, but she didn't. She slid the diary back into her view and read it. She read the whole thing. Everything you have read. It went on like this for a little bit. She finally looked up to see the kind blond therapist smiling doubtfully at her.
"Tabitha, you have a very dangerous personality disorder."
Then Tabitha then spoke, grinning slightly "Well, I'll pass the information along but your talking to Christopher now."
"Oh no"