I have not much to say. I celebrated my eighteenth birthday today. It was a very bitter day with not a smile on any face. Not even my own mouth turns to a crescent moon to give the people a smile. With all of the accusing and court issues I wish I had never had a birthday. Never have been born. Goody Proctor did give me a beautiful sewing kit. It gave me a slight glow. It just was not enough to make me want to be alive.