Dear diary,

Today is the worst day of my life. I'm moving to a new city. Crazy right? My mom told me it would be nice for a change, due to all the drama that's happened the past year. My dad passed away from an overdose, then I found out my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend. Mom told me that we don't need men to find out the "ways of life", whatever that means. But so far it's just been me, my mom, and my little brother, Michael. Michael is only 6 years old but such a pain. Like this one time, we visited an old museum and he broke one of the vases that cost like billions. You'd probably asking did my mom pay for it? Well yes... and no. After my little brother broke the expensive vase, my mom left a five dollar bill laying on top of the shattered pieces. Then told us that there was an ice cream shop nearby which convinced my little brother to want to leave the museum.