Entry 3, 2/11/1987. please let me go. they won’t let me go. im turning pale. my eyes are swelling my feet a bruised. when im stressed, I remember my mothers singing . “lalalalala, lala uh.. î̵̲̥̙͚͕̠͈̾̓̉̓̈́̈́ ̴̧̗͔̃ä̶̡̭̣͈̖́̊̄m̵̛͔̅͗͗̚ ̵̳̔̍̽̓̿̍̈́w̴̰̩͗̋̕h̷̘̎̔̉̆͋ā̵̺̫̠̪̃͠t̶̡͖͎̜̖̣̉̋̆̕ ̷̭͚̥̟̮͈͍̈̆̏̀͂i̵̳̹̰̲͌̽̎́̽̀̇ ̵̻̝̹͍̻̯̹̀͆̐̓͝͝ả̵̲̄̉̃m̶̡͎͓̟̜̘̐́̀̉͒͌͝“
