Dear diary…

 

So I guess I’m doing this now. Let me explain, my mother noticed how little I talk and somehow came to the conclusion I got a lot on my heart, so when I went down for breakfast this morning there was a little letter attached to a neatly wrapped gift on the table.

 

Hello Darling

 

Your dad has been promoted, so I’ve taken upon me to surprise him after work, I’ve noticed you’re been a bit quite lately and somehow I feel like that's my fault, and I’m sorry, I should listen to you more often, it’s just been a bit much lately.

 

I’m going to be home late, you know how you father are, he’s probably going out to celebrate 

So I left you a little something on the table.

 

Hope you never run out of pages.

Love Mom

 

That’s lovely mom, thanks.

It’s the last day of school and my parents are off to god knows where, but I’m happy for my father, he’s been working hard for that promotion, we may actually be able to pay our bills in time now, we’re too close to losing the house.

 

I’m skipping breakfast, there’s nothing to eat anyway, as normal. And mom took the car “just perfect”. At least it’s not raining. 

 

Dearest diary

 

That was a bit formal but I don’t think I’ll take this diary thing as serious as some people does, but fuck it

I’ll give it a try, it will probably come in handy if I miss the buss or it starts raining. So here we go!

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