Dear Diary,
Today I felt the urge to talk to you just like when I was a kid.
You know, lately I've felt so bad, I think my health is degrading with every day.
I feel so old and alone, especially since my husband died, this summer.  You know, we never get along with each other very well, but he was there to relieve my hoar and I was there for him. Now, that I'm alone, I just don't know how to occupy my time. I tried to learn how to knit, but I've never been good at that and I gave up quickly... I tried to read more, but my eyesight isn't so good anymore, so I can't read more than 30 minutes. I've tried to paint, to write, to go for long walks, to visit my sons (but they always say they don't have time for me). Trust me, I've tried everything! I don't know what to do anymore. I think the only right decision is to go to asylum. There I'll be with other people that have ages close to mine and we'll talk about anything . Maybe this way I won't feel alone anymore. 
Now I have to say goodbye to you, my old friend!  I hope we'll talk again someday!
Love, Bertha.