Dearest Diary,1
Today is my first day of writing. It's July 18th, 1995 at 11:03pm. I'm thirteen years old and live in a Hell no other human being should suffer in. I am writing to you, my friend, because I must tell my story. I need to get it off my chest before I do something I will regret. Not that there is much time. My mother is still not home. She left yesterday morning around 4am. How do I know this? Because I never sleep. I never sleep because the Devil visits me then. No, not the demon. My bastard of a stepfather. I'm tired now and have decided to sleep for a bit since the Devil is not home. Probably out fucking some chicks behind my mother's back. Not that I give a damn because I don't. I would like to see his sick ass in jail, but beggars can't be choosers as the Devil tells me. Good night dearest friend, until we meet again.2
~K3
Author notes
~First entry into my diary. I have a lot but I have decided to enter them every once and awhile. Just a personal thing I'm doing.
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