Dear Diary

Dear diary,
It's been a while. Like since high school kind of while. Like the days I'd come home in tears because the boy I liked didn't like me back I wrote to you. Or when I was made fun of for my weight and difference from the others you got an earful. I scribbled on you to release the pain that no one cared to notice. All this time I forgot you're here and instead I reach out miles to seek comfort in a human. One of my many mistakes. If you could talk back to me would you tell me what I should do? Because I need guidance. Why won't you help me? I put this pen to this paper and it creates you. Why didn't I think of you to catch the droplets of blood from my arm from the slicing instead of staining my carpet. My imaginary set of ears to listen when no one else will. Too busy too tired too overwhelmed they're always too something. But you my friend, you never leave. I just forget that you're only a piece of paper and writing utensil away. The tears I've looked for shoulders to catch could have been caught by you all along. No judgement, you're never busy, you're just there. Dear diary, I once forgot your existence but that won't happen now that I need you more than ever. Dear.....friends... No worries I found another channel, a means of reaching peace, cleansing my soul and feeling complete. If Anne Frank got through starvation abuse and isolation by writing to you then there's no reason you can't help me too. Dear diary, let's work together more often.