Dear Diary,
I just read this diary entry, it was about how a redhead that the person found cute wasn’t at work, and how they went rock climbing. I used to have entries like that, when i was a kid and i would write in my notebook . When there was any serious situation or fights at home I wouldn’t write those, id keep it to myself. At that point i wanted my entries to remind me of all my other happy sparkly rainbow thoughts, and i would hide away the demons hoping they would fade away. Now my entries are just my thoughts, the demons that have consumed the world in my mind. I wonder if i can ever get back to writing about the world outside, like i did as a kid. God bless that kid, she was stronger.