DIARY OF JAMIE
I am so tired these days. Mama will be coming home tomorrow. I hope she is all better. She has always been blind to the very things right before her very eyes. To God, I hope they are open now. I don’t know how much more of this grief I can take. Father is going mad all the time. And my poor, poor brother. He looks up to me for so much. I wish he would just be his own man. I love him, I really do. Can anyone blame me for hating him sooo much? He is the cause of my family tribulations. If only he hadn’t been born. Mama would still be lovely. Those drugs. I HATE THEM. STUPID DOCTORS. Father would still be great at his acting. I could be at rest. Damn that Edmund. Damn him.
Just a little strength is all I need to get by.
Aug. 6, 1912
