Dear Diary,
I would do anything to get out of this house. I just want to be alone. I’ve spent my whole life wanting not to be alone. Something snapped finally. My mom just looks at me, waiting. I don’t want to give her what she wants anymore. All it does is hurt me in the end. I’m stuck in between, and I can’t stay on that fine line forever.
The attached photo is how I would decorate if I had my own place. I can’t stop thinking about how nice it would be to be free. I just feel like I can’t do this anymore.