Dear Diary,
Dad has been killing me lately... or should I say, killing himself. I feel aweful. We've been fighting for so long, and here he is dying. I'm stunned. Mom just told me that he's been sick for a while. The man is too stubborn for his own good. He'll never get help, either. Mom doesn't seem to be doing much to help. She hasn't really talked to him about his problem at all, it seems. And he's attempted suicide. All these years we've been fighting, but now he may not be around for much longer.
On the same dismal note, I've agreed to find a job tomorrow. Dad has always wanted me to be successful and stuff, but I want to be able to work outside. Being out west was a lot of fun. Working on the farm was what I've always wanted to do. Being able to work in a relaxed environment was a dream come true. But now, I'm going to have to get a boring job behind a desk or something just to please Dad. Oh well.
Until tomorrow,
Biff
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