Dear Diary- Amazing! Absolutely incredible! I had over slept this morning and when I woke up, I found out that I was a dung beetle. I don't know why or how the transformation takes place, but I woke up and couldn't get out of bed. This upsets me because now I wont be able to provide for my father, mother, and sister. My fathers business went under and I was paying off all of his debts. Now he will be forced to get a job. My sister Grete is a wonderful violin player, and I wanted to send her to the conservatory. I know that my parents won't be able to do that.
Everyone saw me for the first time a little while ago. My parents don't even acknowledge my existence anymore. My sister takes care of me though. She brings me food and cleans up, but she is unable to hide her disgust behind her kindness.
Everyone is working now too. The fear and disgust that my presence inspires is harm to mother's health and provokes father to become rather violent. I felt the wrath of father's violence and the pain of the wound is horrible. I don't know how much longer I have to live.
Sincerely yours, Gregor Samsa