Dear Diary,
I am again splattering you with my musing this time not a complaining or dejected one, I am here to fill you with my unaccomplished tasks which I set for 2020. I want to begin my every day of this year with an emotional belief to complete these tasks and every dusk should bring me the felicity which will put me to a contented slumber. Isn't it funny? A girl who never had the time to even look back at you, who threw you away in a corner of the room is now holding you, drenching you in her sobs and forcing her to sleep as she was tired of exposing her unadorned, bruised soul to you. I sense myself to be more accustomed to you as you held my emotions during all these days of agony, but still, I want you to hold me more but this time I want to splash you with my ventures which I hope will be appealing with a tinge of intimacy and fondness. Remember that day after supper when I was about to write thank you for staying with me when a man who promised forever didn't look back, as I slowly filled you I realized as I slowly let my caged self out into the world. But today, I feel I learnt to spread the wings and fly over the horizon and let me tell you that feeling is amazing. I know it was a moment of happiness until the next day I got fired, today I am still jobless but I am not afraid anymore, to be honest, I am terrified. But going through your initial adventure with you I realised my inner voice, serenity, which I presumed is going to be impossible to me most importantly I concluded that I failed to afford resilience, you proved me wrong with your silence. All I require and expect from you is to bring me happiness, healthy failures and unending tranquillity around imbecile minds.
Lovingly,
Your anxious writer.
