Dear Diary,
He was there at the mall today. Not Paul. Johnson. He was standing there right in the middle of the book store. And he saw me. He saw me, looked straight at me, and smiled. I couldnt breathe. I had a panic attack. Sarah helped me out to the car and we went to the other mall over an hour away. She saw him, too, so she didn’t ask any questions. She already knew what was wrong. And later, when I apologized for causing a scene and being a nuisance, she told me she couldn’t blame me.
-Lilah
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Dear Diary
General FictionDear Diary is a story in Diary Entry format from the point of view of a twenty year old named Lilah, who balances work and school while fighting her personal demons.
