Dear Diary,
I know that my last entry on this diary was long ago, however I feel the need to write, these last weeks have been a true hell, sorry for my language, but I do not find another word to describe it, managing the restaurant is hard, besides I've never wanted it! I do not know why my mother insisted on giving it to me, oh wait, now I know because my father just told me!
I was sitting after I closed, reading a book, when my father came in wanting to know about the day, I told him that I had a lot of clients today, but he wanted to know about the money, it seemed that we were losing money. I couldn't care less though, it was not a problem for me. My father got mad because I didn't put effort into the bussiness, I told him that indeed I did my best when Mrs. Ingalls wasn't around, but still, the customers refused to pay the food. My father still complained about it and I told him that I've never wanted to be the owner in the first place! He said that it was my mother's idea because she wanted me to catch a husband! I've got really mad and ran out, just when my mother arrived.
I think I'm starting to be a weight to my parents, do they want me to get married so I can finally leave? I want to get married yes, but not with anybody, I learned my lesson after what happened with Luke Simms years ago...
I hope that my parents close the restaurant, is just a lost cause, if it wasn't for Mrs. Ingalls no one would come! I'm a terrible cook, I'm a terrible host, and I will definitely be a terrible wife! I will die alone maybe with a bunch of cats. I need to sleep for tomorrow I will need to be early to work, but I already know is going to be a terrible day.
Yours,
Nellie Oleson.