Dear Diary,
It's been a month since I picked up the proverbial pen
and cleansed the thoughts ruining my zen.
I read my last entry,
and a lot has happened since then;
I stopped hiding, and incidently,
the road to recovery became heavenly.
Dear Diary,
It's been a month since I picked up the proverbial pen
and cleansed the thoughts ruining my zen.
I read my last entry,
and a lot has happened since then;
I stopped hiding, and incidently,
the road to recovery became heavenly.