Dear Diary,
Mom told me. She told me what was going on. Jacob was doing drugs. No, sorry, Jacob is doing drugs. When we were younger, he told me to never do drugs. He made me promise. He said the only bad people do drugs. I guess he was right.
I used to idolize him. Whenever we would talk about Jacob moving out, I cry and tell him I didn't want him to leave. But now? Now all I can say is good riddance! Don't let the door hit you on the way out! I'll be fine here without you. I'm fine. I can look like this. I can live knowing that my hero is a piece of human garbage. I'll be fine knowing that I will never see him again.
I'll be fine.
Sincerely,
Camilla Story