I'm in love with a dead man.'s Dear Diary

Dear Diary, I can't move on darling, when I think of dying. Though physically 18. I'm mentally 15. Since you left for heaven. I've reverted back. A kind of innocence back. Each birthday hurts. Just take me back there please. I don't want to be 19.

Dear Diary, I was 14 years old (am now 18) back when I met my 53 year old lover. A beautiful man, brown hair and eyes. He looked younger then he actually was. You may call me a sugar baby, but it wasn't like that. He didn't have much money.

Dear Diary, Important things about this blog: -This deals with controversial age gaps. -All names have been changed for privacy reasons. -This is not a fictional story this is my experience. -Mentions of suicidal thought, self har