Dear Diry,
December 03, 20**
My friends didn't allow to visit me inside my room. So they just looking at me through the window. I tried to smile to them, but my head was hurting so much that they had to put medicine on me to lessen the pain that I am feeling. I kept on vomiting, I wasn't eating for how many days also. They just put something on my dextrose. I am so pale and weak. Good thing I can still write even though my hands were shaking. I wanna go home. I don't want to be here.
Weak,
Faye
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