Dear Diary. Chapter 5.

Dear Diary,

I'm beginning to believe that this is not going to end well. «What it is?», you may be wondering. The answer is so simple, darling: my life. I have a very bad feeling, so real as well as horrible, although I do not want to think so much about it. I don't want to make nasty scenes about what might happen to me, but I'm —almost— sure I will never be the same again after all this mental chaos.

What was I like before? Well, when Dad was still working in that company —from which he was later fired— the three of us were so happy together: him, Mom, and me. I was a happy girl and in my life, there was no space for worries.

But now everything is totally different.

Now I find myself here —in my room— while uselessly trying to convince myself that this nightmare was not real, that my mind is playing with me again, but I fail to try again.