Diary of a Peasant Girl

6/3/1350

I met a boy today. Joseph was his name. I found him under a bridge as I was wondering around looking for food and shelter. We began talking and he told me that he was an orphan as well. He told me how his father was mentally ill. After a while, he began to tell me how his father stabbed his mother to death and then killed himself with the same knife. Joseph saw it all. Since then, he has lived here and there, but never really stayed in one place...

I told him my story.

How the plague killed my family. I told him that I've been thinking about  killing myself to be with them. He looked at me with his soft green eyes and told me that he knew a way I could do it. He told me that I could hang myself, that it would be easy. I followed him to find this type of rope which Joseph called a 'noose'. I have it on my lap as I write this entry.

I do not want to deal with this god awful loss anymore. I want to join them. I have nothing else to live for. For I am a dirty, peasant girl. I am writing this to let whomever finds it, know our story. We were a family who didn't have much money. We didn't have much of a life here. We had a crummy house with leaks in the roof and windows that weren't. I am done dealing with this pain that has been brought onto me. I am going to kill myself  with Joseph's noose, to be with my family once more. This is my last journal entry. My family was my gift from heaven and they were taken from me. Goodbye world. I'm dying tonight.

I hope you die as well...