March 5th
Alex thought writing a diary could help me. He knew I didn't tell him everything. I'm not sure what to write here. I'm not sure about anything these days. How can I write what I don't understand myself?
March 7th
I'm exhausted. I sleep for over twelve hours a day, but my body can't get caught up. I feel like I'm walking around like a zombie. I alternate between being emotionless and hysterical; there's no in-between. I mostly stay in my room because every time I face my father, I can't help but blame him for what happened. I know he got played by Nick too, but it feels good to have someone to blame. That way, I can spare myself from blame—at least a little bit.
March 10th
Alex agreed to help me. He has been so great to me. He never pushes me to talk or ask questions I don'
