Not a Grimoire

Dear diary,

After plucking out three strands of my hair Milly finally found where mommy is. She's dead, we're going home.

I don't really know what I was thinking going here. Don't know what to do now. I give up.

I left Bob behind and made a portal back home. I should have known she was gone. I don't know why I thought she was still alive. Even if she was alive she wouldn't have known me. I don't know what to do.

I miss Goodman. I shouldn't have left him, now I don't know where he is and now I'm lost.

I hate this,

Tina