Dear Diary, I haven't spoken to you for a long time. I guess it's time to start again. My dad left, I don't think I'll see him again. I guess it's for the best.
Dear Diary, School was school. It was the same. Nobody bothered to talk to me. I got teased, I got called names. I got shoved around. But not once, I shed a tear.
Dear Diary, My mom just got home drunk. The first time in 16 years, she hit me. Again and again and again . . . And again.
Dear Diary, I wish you could respond. I wish you were real. I can't help but to think you're my only friend in this lonely world. Thank you.
Dear Diary, I fell in love. He made me happy, but just yesterday, I found out the truth. It was all a lie. It was just a bet.
Dear Diary, I can't take it anymore! If only you were real, I'd tell you everything. I would tell you everything. But you're not real. And I'm okay with that.
Dear Diary, Everything's been hard. I want to leave forever. Not suicide, but just run away. That means I'll stop writing. For good. Should I?
Dear Diary, It's time. I'm leaving. I guess this is good - bye.
Dear Diary, I'm in the hospital. I got hit by a car, I managed to get you. My dad, my mom, and even Toby, my first love, is here. I may not make it.
Dear Diary, I'm dying. I could feel it. Thank you for being here. I have to go. Maybe I'll see you soon.