Saturday, Oct. 18

Saturday, Oct. 18

  Dear diary, 

  My Granddad promised me, before my parent’s big breakup, that if ever my mom should get out of hand, he’d always be there for me. I knew, then, that he was lying. They always lie. Every thing that passes from their mouths to my ears comes out as lies.

 

  Here am I, wondering how on earth I’m going to (if I can, even) clean the blood off this paper.