𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐷𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 (𝐷-73,132)

Dear Diary 7/8/1824

Today I woke up exhausted. 

My worn ball-joints completely worn out, legs overstretched, feet dangling below. 

I watched as Anna and Amelia slept just before light hit their windows. 

Morning means playtime. 

Mother Dearest dressed them in some fine atire, I presume they would be going to see Aunt Mary as the usual Wednesday but I was wronged as Ill-fate put her in hospital with a horrible illness. 

So the girls stayed at home - with me. We played dress up and ladies and Bickered with Charlie until noon, in which the girls had lunch and were off to play outside. 

One of those girls have to make a mistake. I wish I could escalate from this tainted vessel im trapped in. 

Then they'll really see me. 

As of then good morning friends, I won't cry until im free

- 𝟑𝟑𝟑