Why?

Note To Self

June 8, 1993

Today it seemed as though my life just started drifting away from me. Drifting further away every minute. Everything I ever wanted or dreamed about, ended. Today my dog died. He was my only true friend left. My legal mom, Shannon, adopted me at the age of 2. Ever since then, nothing went right for her. She lost her job today. She's losing hope as I write this. Through these empty walls I can hear the faint voice of her sobs. At that moment I began asking myself, why me?

June 9,1993

We had to go dumpster diving for food today. Rotten cabbage and fish carcass seemed to be the only thing that wasn't rotted to the side of the dumpster. Mother wouldn't eat. How could she, knowing that after dinner, would come a huge surge of depression.