Dear Diary,
I've never tried writing like this before, putting my feelings into words seems difficult. I'm not sure if mother and father would approve of me doing this.... when will they let me outside?
It's so lonely here, I never see anybody... it's all white outside, mother said that I'll die if I go out there. Is there anything else but this? Am I going to be trapped here forever? I don't know. I don't think I want to know.
Father wants me to practice the piano again later, he says that my music makes him happy... it doesn't make me happy, though. Nothing does. I've read the same books over and over, I know every word in them from memory. I wonder what's out there? Is there anything? Or is it all just white, like this...
I don't want to go, anyway. I'll die. Mother said so, and mother is always right.
I'm going to be punished if they find out I've even thought about going outside... I'll have to keep this diary hidden somewhere...
I'll go find a place now.
- Dale
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Dale's Diary
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