She wants things just to be normal. (God, do I know how she feels.)
She wants someone at school to talk to. (How I wish our school counselor wasn't split between two buildings. Would it be possible to make room in the budget for two??)
She describes living behind a glass wall that isn't sound-proof. Describes bricks being built up around her.
She feels like it's "pretending" to continue with things like karate and piano, and gets a sense of dread when she knows they're coming up.
She wishes she didn't believe in God because then it wouldn't be like He did this or wasn't fixing it.
She wants me to pay more attention to the little things, like when she talks about friends and grades and classes and such. I'm "always tired or stressed" and "compared to Dad all this stuff is insignificant."
She feels bad when people say they're praying for us. It reminds her that things are bad. It reminds her that they're not getting better.