A/N: Thank you to everyone who is reading this story. I hope you are enjoying it. :)
January 14th-1:30 PM
You know what, Diary? It is really boring, and kinda lonely, eating alone in a restaurant. Also, I've been getting some weird looks. It's like people are looking down on me just because I'm eating alone. They must think that the only reason a person would eat by themselves is if they have some serious defect or something.
So, I decided to write in you. That way, I'm not bored, and...well, I guess that doesn't stop people from looking at me. At least I solved one of my problems.
It's really strange being here without Mom. I don't think I've ever been here without her before.
Oh great! Now I'm crying! That's sure going to stop people from looking at me!
How could Mom be so unbelievably selfish! Didn't she think about how this would affect me! Didn't she love me enough to AT LEAST say good-bye! Could I have done something to prevent this? What did I do wrong?
I think I should leave now. These questions are giving me a pounding headache. That, and I'm getting tired of the stares.
I think I'll go walk around for awhile.