Dear Diary,
I bought my mother a bouquet of roses on her birthday.
*No response.*
I made pasta for my dad. He loves pasta.
*No response.*
I made the bed for Hannah.
*No response*
Whatever I do for these people, the only response I get is a quick nod of approval, not even a thankyou.
I am trying. But all they do is hurt me all over again.
I killed my brother, I got involved with drugs, and now?
Isn't it their duty to help me out of my depression?
Isn't it their duty to atleast go back to their normal selves?
I don't know what to do now?
What can I possibly do?
After all, I'm trying.
Love,
Lucy.
