Dear diary,

  I just spent the better part of my day moping in bed. It only made me sadder.

  I don't like being sad, so I took a walk. Taking a walk helped me a lot to feel better. Takes my mind off of things.

  I guess I was burying a lot of my worries and they all just exploded and I took it all out on poor Blu. He's reconstructed himself and we've made up. There was a lot of crying, though it was mostly me. I still feel slightly guilty but for the most part I don't have a clue what I'm feeling.

  The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.

  There's a lot of dread and annoyance, some anger, plenty of sadness. It's a complete mess.

  I feel like I remembered something important, had a melt down, and just deleted a bunch of memories all at once.

  Love,

  Tina