I'm Different

6th June, 2006

Dear Diary,

I bought my mother a bouquet of roses on her birthday.

*No response.*

I made pasta for my dad. He loves pasta.

*No response.*

I made the bed for Hannah.

*No response*

Whatever I do for these people, the only response I get is a quick nod of approval, not even a thankyou.

I am trying. But all they do is hurt me all over again.

I killed my brother, I got involved with drugs, and now?

Isn't it their duty to help me out of my depression?

Isn't it their duty to atleast go back to their normal selves?

I don't know what to do now?

What can I possibly do?

After all, I'm trying.

Love,

Lucy.