Dear diary,

My people are fighting against each other. The conflict between the Northern and the Southern halves keeps growing; I can't stop it. Mr. Lincoln is doing everything he can to protect us, but words can only get so far.

The Confederacy has declared war.

I do not support slavery, not in the slightest. I don't want my citizens to be enslaved by each other; that's inhumane. How do I tell them that this not only effects them, but effects their country; it effects me.

My body is rejecting itself.

Everyday, I have panic attacks, I can't keep my food down, either. My legs have stopped working; the bottom half of my body is paralyzed, it refuses to cooperate.

Is it because the Confederacy has separated from the Union?

I don't know. My brain says one thing, but my heart says another.

Reason and Emotion go hand-in-hand.

How do I stop this madness? I spend my days, laying in bed, this is the most dangerous sickness anyone could ever get.

If I get through this, if my body doesn't destroy itself, I will surely be a hero.

With each fall of a city, my body bruises. I have over 30 bruises, all over my body. Each one is sensitive to the touch; I will not be relieved of this pain until the war is over.

I will never heal at this rate.

I watch helplessly from my window, the war raging on right outside my doors. Tears stream down my face as I see hundreds of thousands of men die right before my eyes.

Their pain is my pain; I feel it all.

I am torn between the North and South.

When will my people realize that fighting is never the answer? Never fight against your own people.

Never fight against your loved ones, for the moment you turn your back, they'll be gone forever.