Dear Diary,
These past few days have been hectic indeed. Finally, SOO many of my once-friends were voting FOR the Declaration of Independence, it would have been foolish of me not to as well. I talked to that delusional Mr. John Adams about my vote. I tried to remain as... discrete, as I could. Basically, I expressed my fear about once we become independent, that all the colonies would break away from each other, and that would leave South Carolina on their own against England; a situation we NEVER want. I made him promise that if I did, perchance, vote for the Declaration, that the colonies... beg your pardon, STATES, would not break apart. He gave his word, and though inside I was crying with relief, I remained aloof.
On the day we voted, my most cherished companion Dickinson did not attend. And when it was his turn to vote, that, that MONSTER Ben Franklin voted for him! I was in such shock, when they called for me to vote, I had to stand up slowly to gather my thoughts. I voted yes, of course, but it was very hard indeed.
Since then, I haven't seen Dickinson since he rode away on his horse during the reading of the Declaration of Independence.
And without him, I have been the butt end of jokes, pranks, and all manor of ill wishes.
Oh Diary, they mock me...
