Dear diary,

It seems as if everything around me is just getting worse. Not even in my worst nightmares had I ever imagined it to be like this. The only time I ever feel okay is when it's quiet. It gives me hope that one day there will be peace. Maybe. I can't write much longer, my hands are cold. I'm trying to keep my hopes up. Maybe things will get better. Maybe everything will be over soon. Maybe I will be happy again. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow.