Dear Diary,today I felt like crying my eyes out for what happen eariler this evening. T don't know why bad things happen to good people.I was just a normal teenage girl like anyone else.My mother was killed in a car accident. I felt like someone someone stab me in the back with a sharpe knife. The one person who was scared for life was me Isabella Stewart.She was precious and the only one who was near and dear to my heart.When I seen my mother's tombstone I placed these flowers called "Angelica" where she was buried at. My life will never be the same from knowing her; she will always be in my heart until the day I die and be with the lord.This tragic accident left me dehumanized and pathological unemotional for three weeks. No one should go thought this painful situation like I did.