Dear Diary.

I feel an impending sadness when I think about my parents growing old.

I want to give them a comfortable life for the rest of their lives.

Also, not hurt them again and get hurt, by placing some distance between us.

I feel extremely overwhelmed with sadness when I think about tomorrow because tomorrow is always unknown. I might be hit by a truck tomorrow, no one knows.

I don’t want to die under the invisibility cloak.

I’m done living this invisible life of pretense.

I don’t know what people are waiting for?