DIARY
May 9
Rain.
Stared out the window all day.
Peaceful here — nothing to do.
Still not allowed to go outside.

May 10
Still raining.
Talked with the doctor a little.
Would they have saved me if
I didn't have a family to feed?
I know I'm pathetic, weak.
Not everyone can be strong.

May 11
Rain again.
The meds made me feel sick
today.
If I'm only better when I'm
drugged, then who am I anyway?

May 12
Rain as usual.
I don't want to cause any more
trouble for anyone, but I'm a
bother either way.
Can it really be a such a sin to
run instead of fight?
Some people may say so, but they
don't have to live in my shoes.
It may be selfish, but it's what
I want.
It's too hard like this.
It's just too hard...

May 13
It's clear outside.
The doctors told me I've been
released — that I've got to go
home.
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