01st January 2017
Dear Diary,
I’m 8 years old. My name is Ricki. I live in a house in a small city with my mom, my dad, my dog and my 2 younger brothers. I love my family, but sometimes I’m not sure if they love me the same. Nobody really loves me, but thats just because I’m a bad child. If I was better, maybe my das would be proud and my mom wouldnt be so stressed. Maybe its just my fault.