Dear Diary,
All I've felt well enough to do lately is practice my saxophone. I don't know why I bother with it though. Making music doesn't serve a practical purpose, and it doesn't make me feel any better either. But Siegfried likes it, so I haven't given it up completely. I couldn't figure out how to return Lovino's letter, so I didn't send a response. I hope he doesn't hate me.
Emma