Dear Diary,
Today was still a hurtful day. Mark already prepared the meals. He asked if I wanted to go with him to pass out the food. I shook my head. He didn't know I was crying. I think he knew, but I couldn't tell. It still hurts to look at him. I had nightmares last night, but I didn't feel comfortable going to Mark's room and cuddling up to him. I had a nightmare about him laughing at me. It hurts a lot. I stayed in my room, crafting throughout the day. Mark brought some food in for me. I didn't bother eating it. I just wanted to be left alone for the day. You may call me soft, annoying, or anything you can think of, but I don't care. If you don't know what it's like to be laughed at by someone you're supposed to trust, then you may not understand my pain. Thank you for letting me vent Diary, I don't know what I would do without you.
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The Diary Of Ocean: The Year 2010
General FictionThis is the diary of a girl whose father stayed at home with her while her mother was in the Coast Guard. She talks about her everyday life and how she feels. She got the diary for her birthday, but she writes every day. The complete book will have...
