Entry 1 continued because I ran out of space.: My grunkle died last week. My family keeps fading away. We used to be so close. Now there’s only a few people left that’s still lives near me and most of them are old and will be gone soon too. I hate that feeling. I hate change. Someday they’ll all be gone and I’ll still be here. I’m the youngest by a landslide. I don’t want that. I hate living in a body that can’t handle change in a world that’ll never stop moving. I think I’m very ugly, but I’m also very pretty. I have very pretty eyes and eyelashes. But I’m fat. I’m very insecure about my double chin and how I still sound like a kid even though I’m almost an adult. Despite everything I feel calm this morning. August 18-19, 2026.