November 6, 2014
My mom is starting to notice. She notices me staring out windows on rainy days. She notices me not talking a lot anymore. She notices me eating less. She notices a lot of things but she still doesn't understand. She says I'm going through a phase. Dairy, why can't she see that I'm not going through a phase.
November 11, 2014
My brother, Josh, came into my room today while I was at school. He saw my dairy on the bed. He started to read it. Oh Diary, he knows everything. I'm afraid that he is going Mom and Dad. Diary, why did he have to read you?
November 13, 2014
Today is Friday the 13th, and everything bad happened today. Josh told Mom and Dad his theories. He told them that I was depressed. That I needed help. My dad got angry, so angry. He said that a stupid little phase was not going to tear down everything he worked for. He slapped Josh and yelled at Mom when she ran to Josh's side. My parents fought. They all blame each other for trying to tear the family apart. Diary, why can't they see that I'm the one that is tearing this family apart? Why do they still see me as their perfect little angel?
November 20, 2014
They finally forgave each other. But none of them forgot. They won't leave me alone. I finally got away. Right now, I'm sitting in a tree. I wonder what they will do next. Diary, what will they do with me?
November 27, 2014
Today is Thanksgiving. But I can't give thanks. I can't give thanks to family who now knows. They try to get me to talk about it. Diary, why can't they see that I can't? Why can't they see that I can't describe the overwhelming darkness in my heart. Why, why , why, why, WHY?