A month or so ago, Erin and I were out on a Friday and I came across this very adorable diary: 

Five dollars seemed a little steep but I thought it would probably have some cool stuff inside. Then I opened it and wanted to cry: 

I thought to myself, “Oh… that’s so sad but also so cute…” but then it just got worse: 

Then I thought, “Well.. maybe January was just a boring month…”… But every day was exactly like this:

I was glad to see that by that point, she had added a few more words and started referring to the diary by name. 

Finally, in early September, TWO YEARS LATER, something happened: 

She got an infection in her ovaries (whaaaaa?!) and her teacher wanted her to try out for speech. Finally, some action!

Elsewhere in the house, I found this picture, and I like to think that it’s the diary’s author: 

-Sarah