Dear Diary,

Today, we buried Uncle Bolanle.

A part of me was buried with him.

A heart attack they said.

An allergic reaction to strawberries.

He was the only one I could confide in about the accident and a week after, he too had his own accident.

Was I cursed? Had I been a serial killer who hated puppies in my last life?

Had I killed a baby?

Why had the world decided to inflict painful experience after painful experience upon me?

Why was I suffering all this?

Kelly saw me crying today and I saw her cringe in annoyance. She always hated seeing me look pathetic and she never really liked or understood Uncle Bolanle the way I did.

To her, he was just one of our uncles.

Kelly didn't need to be close to our relatives because she had all the friends in the world. Everyone loved her.

You'd be stupid not to.

But who could give a rats ass about her less attractive, second hand twin sister.

Why go for Kylie when you have Kelly.

I have to prepare for a test tomorrow.

I'll tell you how it went.

Goodnight.

For now.