Dear Diary,

I saw Will today.

No that's a lie. I though I saw him.

I'm going mad. I ran to a boy thinking it was him.

It wasn't.

He yelled at me. Slapped my face for toughing his shoulder.

I turned in spirals, seeing Will everywhere.

I finally collapsed. A police man came and took me to the orphanage.

What's wrong with me?

Love,

Rosie