Dear Diary,
It's been five days since mum left. I can't watch her lying in that box anymore. I don't want to see her friends cry because it makes this all more real.
This morning I woke up to her voice telling me to go to school. I thought God heard me last night but I guess not.
Do tears run out? I think mine did.
I'm so sad. It feels worse than that but I don't know any other word to describe it. I don't understand why she had to go. She was all I've got. Who's going to take care of me now or feed me or tell me how special I am and that she'll always love me?
I feel so alone diary. I feel so angry.
