Dear Diary, I’ve noticed something… every time another wave of panic or emotion hits me, it starts raining outside. And it’s raining now. It feels like the sky is weeping along with me…
Kind of romantic, in a way, but I’d rather it didn’t mirror my moods. A bit of distraction from the weather would be far more welcome.
Well… anyway, I’ve come back to myself… I’m okay. Life can go on. And it should. I don’t want to drive my body to the edge anymore, and there are people who actually care about my physical state… So, let’s just let the emotions go, shut our eyes to them… at least until the next wave hits… Haha… hopefully it won’t.
Thank you for working, diary. You help me more than I can say in moments like these…
And forgive me for flooding you with words.
In the end, everything I’m able to confess to you is something I could never say to anyone else. I don’t want anyone to carry the weight of my sorrow, or suffer simply because I sometimes still grieve for someone who is no longer part of my life.
Alright, everything’s fine, I’m fine, and will end it here then, on this bright note.