"Wednesday, January 18th, It has been 6 years since that dream. If you want to call it that. Every time I think about the dream I remember the suicide note that he left. I feel bad. I ripped it up. Did I do the right thing? I feel like he's still with me. Ever since his funeral and mom and dads divorce I feel like nothings working in life. The foster home I'm in is scary. The girls at lunch stole my lunch. I don't think I'll make it very longer."