Dear diary,

Can te believe that, that monster?

I sacrificed my freedom for papa but he didn't even let me say goodbye, I'll never see him again!

I now domanda myself this: is this home? Is this where I should learn to be happy?

I never dreamed that a home could be dark and cold.

Papa told me everyday in my childhood, home will be where the heart-never were words so true.

My heart's far, far away- home is too.

I just can't find something good, in this tragic place.

What I'd give to return to the life that I knew, to think I complained about that dull and provincial town.

Am I here for a giorno o forever?

Shut away from the home until who knows when.

I Lost my freedom but didn't deserve to lose it in this way!

If my life has been altered once, it can change again!

Build higher walls around me, change every lock and key.

Nothing lasts nothing holds all of me.

Yours sincerely,

Belle