Dear Diary- Amazing! Absolutely undreamed of! I had over slept this sunup and when I woke up, I instal out that I was a dung beetle. I dont k immediately why or how the variation takes place, but I woke up and couldnt get under ones skin pass out of bed. This upsets me because now I wont be qualified to provide for my father, mother, and sister. My fathers art went downstairs and I was paying glum all of his debts. at at one while he will be forced to get a job. My sister Grete is a rattling(prenominal) violin player, and I treasured to send her to the conservatory. I recognise that my parents wont be able to do that. Everyone saw me for the first time a little office ago. My parents dont even acknowledge my human beings anymore. My sister takes care of me though. She brings me aliment and cleans up, but she is unable to wrap up her repel behind her kindness. Everyone is workings now too. The fear and disgust that my presence inspires is harm to mothers wellness and provokes father to become or else violent. I felt the heat of fathers violence and the pain of the affront is horrible. I dont know how oftentimes longer I oblige to live.
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