dear diary,

Dear diary. Go f*** yourself. Just kidding. Miss citobom gave me this journal to "write my feelings in". Whatever the hell that means. I have anger issues. From my dad. I found him dead in the basement. By time I got down there he only said "I love" before the breath left his body. This is Dina. And her boytoy Brad. God I hate Brad. This is Stanley. He's kinda… weird.