Dear Diary

Introduction

Dear Diary,

It’s quiet in the house. Mom and Dad are asleep – a feat I haven’t managed to achieve yet. I’ve been up for hours now, contemplating whether or not I should pick up my things and leave. I think I just want to get away for a little while, start over in a brand new place with a brand new name and identity. No one will know who I am.

It’s not that I don’t love home, I do for the most part, but I feel suffocated sometimes. My future has been planned out for me and the expectations my parents have in my name are too high to reach. I don’t know what to do. I can’t stay.

I’ve always talked about adventures, right? How I’ve wanted to go bungee jumping, sky diving – this could be an adventure all on its own. All I have to do is walk out the front door and not turn back.

I won’t keep contact – that’ll be too hard for my parents. I’ll be on my own. That shouldn’t be too hard, right? People do that kind of thing all the time. I’ve learned enough from my days hunting with Uncle Jacob to work a knife and keep myself fed.

I think I’ll do it, and I’ll take you with me of course. If I die in the process, you’re my only hope of passing on the reasons I had for doing what I did. You will have to convey to my parents what I could never do in person.

Mom and Dad, I love you, but I wanted to do this. This was my choice, and although it was brought on by the lifestyle in which you’ve raised me, I think eventually I would have gone out on my own anyway. Sorry if I’ve hurt you in any way. I know you do for me what you think is best, but now I want to do the same thing for myself.

- Aislin.