April 25, 2026

Dear Diary,

I truly am tired. The stuff with my sister is too much. The stuff with his family is too much. The stuff with my family is too much, and the stuff with him is too much. His "perfection" is nauseating. I'm so happy he does nothing wrong. My only happiness is work. At least I have my crew, but I can't even hang outside of work because I don't want to bring them around my toxic outside life. I'm literally crying silently inside every day, and the only one who knows the truth about how I truly feel is this baby who feeds off my emotions. Who has to eat when I eat or starve when I starve. I'm sick and tired of being tired. I just need some relief. I need a break. I can't get any here or flying home. Just at work, and that truly sucks. I pray and beg for better days.