Dear Diary,
I visited the graveyard this morning.
I went to a specific grave and put some flowers near it.
Then, without any further ado, I went away.
When I reached home, I burst into tears.
I had kept a strong facade in the graveyard but I couldn't keep the pain in my heart anymore.
So I let it out by crying.
After all, I'm different.
Love,
Lucy.
