This is an entry to Dan's diary in the past.

Sometimes I get sad. Like, really, really sad. I lock myself inside my bedroom and just cry. I think my aunt can hear me sobbing but she never says anything. She barely talks to me anymore. I can tell that she's sad too but she doesn't seem too affected. She gets out of bed so easily and goes to work like normal. I'm jealous.

I find it so hard to get up in the mornings. I would rather just sleep forever.

I miss when my parents would wake me up and we would all make breakfast together. Now, my aunt just tells me to help myself. I don't eat breakfast anymore.

I don't really eat much at all anymore. Eating makes me want to be sick. I don't know why, it just does.

I really don't want to be here anymore.

It hurts to live, knowing my parents aren't here to motivate me.

I know that if they were here, they would be telling me to be strong and fight but they're not here. I want to be with them.

I wonder if my aunt would care if I left.

I don't think she would care.