I don't know what it is that I'm so afraid to write about, but I am. Probably it's the fear of acknowledging something nasty about myself. The light of day chases my demons away, makes my actions seem more harmless. Post-midnight, I am so vulnerable. Only to myself, though. I long to be heard again.
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i'm listening.

i used to love reading your diary.

still do.

[Anonymous]