Dear Diary,

This is for my unsaid feeling.

Even when I hate you. I still love you, Adam. More than what you think I do.

But I just can't take it anymore.

No, I'm not running away because you killed your own mom. I'm running away because I felt like I'm slowly killing myself.

And I hate to admit it. But I'm not the same Cara you used to love,

as your little sister.

Love,
Cara