Dear diary. I think I killed my brothers hamster by my stupid brain. I'm such a f*** up. And me and him said goodbye to a hamster. That didn't do s*** besides eat and sleep. And about dad. He was an army man. I always thought I made him mad but then I saw the look he gave me and I knew I wasn't. But I think I killed him. He didn't hang himself. He was crying silently in the basement. He told me to make it stop. I didn't know what I did. But I also did. The second I put my hands on his arm he died. My brother doesn't know about it. I don't want him to.
