Dia Thomas. Formerly Monica. Formerly an orphan. Or- I guess. I have a family now, but since I don't have /real/ parents I guess you could still call me one. Anyway when I was still at the orphanage Miss Naomi gave me a diary for my 9th birthday. I was a pretty wistful kid back then. I was adopted soon after despite the fact but I lost track of the diary in the move, which sucks 'cuz I could really use somewhere to vent about all the new things happening in my life. /////\\\\ Announcement: my intention behind this work did not exactly match the end result. I planned the story with too much detail to simply and quickly post a new chapter every day. Because of this, the following changes to this work will be made in the coming weeks. ~I have decided to split this project into two separate works~ I. I will write the story I began here in a normal, prose format II. I will still restart writing short, simple entries Dia's diary in an effort to practice writing every day, as was the initial intention. Thank you for your patience, and I hope you will continue to bear with me as these changes are implemented in the weeks to come!All Rights Reserved