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23/10/19XX
Dear Diary,
It’s our my birthday today...I don’t feel like celebrating...
What’s the point if he’s not here to celebrate it with me?
Opa insisted on a cake, but I’m not hungry...I’m going to make myself eat it anyway though...
I know how much he hurts...how much he misses everyone...and me ignoring his effort to try and lessen the sting wont help...
...it’ll hurt him more.
...
Why did I have to be born?
Why couldn’t have Mathias have been born by himself?
Maybe...maybe they’d all still be here if I wasn’t.
...it’s my fault he’s sad.
Why he stays up so late - he thinks I don’t hear him crying, but I do...I don’t sleep...not til he’s gone to bed and I can sneak in with him.
Its selfish...I shouldn’t...he probably hates me being there.
...I need to put a stop to all this pain.
If it takes me the rest of my life, I’m going to find and kill that bastard.
One way, or another...I will find a way.
~MGS












