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R&R please!
December 12
"Dear Diary,
My name is Melissa Taylor. I am, or was, a student at the local high school, but I have turned 18 today, and convienently graduated last week, so now I am on a hunt for a job. My mother passed on recently, about a year ago, leaving me homeless. What of my father, you ask? He died, many years ago, of a type of cancer. It was when I was a little girl, and my mother wouldn't talk about it. My mother passed on of old age, having just turned 60. It doesn't seem that old, but when you are poor, and don't have much to eat, it is common. Luckily enough, I am a friend of the local Innkeepers daughter, and they have graciously let me stay in one of the rooms there until I find a job and a place to stay. Not to say I don't work there, I do help out as a waitress every night, to make up for him losing a room, but it isn't the same as actually working there, now is it?
I'm not quire sure as to why I am keeping a diary, at all, actually. I suppose it's to help cope with the loss of my family, my home, and my lifestyle in general. I know I don't seem all that sad about it, but after a year, I am getting better about it. Why start a diary now, you ask? Ok, so you aren't really asking, but I shall tell you anyways. I am starting a diary now because I am about to go out into the real world, and things are sure to be difficult there. So I will need a way to cope, thus you. My diary.
I must leave you now, dear friend, because the sun is past setting and it is hard to see now (I do not like to have lighting in my room, as I am not paying for it). I shall write in you again, in the near future, hopefully!
Melissa"