I'm Different

9th October, 2010

4 years later.

Dear Diary,

I am still suffering.

My parents make it worse.

They don't talk to me. 

You'll think they're crazy. It's been four years.

4 years, 1460 days, 25040 hours.

See, I keep track of the time. 

I still have that little strand of hope in me.

Maybe, just maybe they'll change their minds.

This thought keeps me alive.

Yes, I'm dead. 

Well, almost so.

If they stay the same, I'll die.

Sooner.

After all, I am dying.

Love,

Lucy.