Dear Journal,
I cant breathe...I feel as if my lungs have been torn out of body and dumped into a sewer. I havent spoken for a couple of days now. I know it wasnt his fault but I cant stop blaming him for what he did to me. We fight a lot you know? And sometimes it makes me wonder if he does these things to get back at me. I dont want to be selfish... It was partly his money too, right? Walter just doesnt know who to trust, how to work a business. That's why mama didnt buy his liquor store for him with the check she got several days ago. I just cant believe its all gone..how do you lose 65000 dollars in one day? Is it even possible to make that bad of a business deal? Sometimes I want to scream at him with all the force there is possible in me and say "Walter! You destroyed my career, my dreams, they're all gone. Vanished. Just like that. And its all your fault! I cant become a doctor no more..." And it's not only about me. Poor Mama is probably in agony right bout now. She dont show it, but I know in the dark she is just as upset as I am. Poor Mama...always got something to keep her stressed about...Walter, you proved to all of us, you showed us, you aint never been your father's son.