HER STORY

I woke up today and decided to review my journal (or diary, whatever you call it) while listening to Silence by Khalid (I just missed listening to it, its been a minute) and there’s a pattern. All (or almost all) my entries start with “Dear Diary”. It's like I’m writing a letter to my diary in the hope she’ll write me back and give me answers to my questions. Or maybe I want to rant without being judged or someone being like “woowww…you did that? why did you do that?” blah blah blah… When I have a good day I start with “Hello/hi dear diary”, out of politeness, you know.. but when I’m angry or sad I dive straight into it. No greetings, just ranting and when I’m done I remember I did not greet her but ooppps, she’ll have to understand. And when its been long I have to check on how she has been since I ‘escaped’. Sometimes I don’t want to share, not even with her. No bad blood though, we good. So I just bottle it up and throw it away out in the deep sea hoping it’ll never come back bu...