Dear Diary

Part 1

Dear Diary, my name's...
Oh damn it, how am i getting there? My psy advises me to wrote to you like you were my best friend, but i found that so stupid. This situation makes me thinking of these littles stupid girls who had a beautifuls lifes and created inexistants problems, this kind of people that get you down. Yeah, a girl like me. Everything was so fucking better before, and why didn't i saw that? Mum and dad miss me so much... Why were we in a cold? I don't remember, perhaps because i was a stupid girl who did stupid things, that can explain why they let me down...
Well... if someone found you, i prefer that my identity is not reveal, that's why, i think i won't write my name.
I'll introduce myself Diary, call me Yraid (the inverse of you), i was an explosive girl, who loved arts, particulary taking pictures, sciences and travelling, with my parents and my brother we used to move in differents countries during severals years thanks to my parents jobs, that's why my brother and i can speak 5 languages fluently. I loved taking pictures of landscape that i saw, because i have the impression that taking a photo can stop the time, we can have the proof, that what happened was real. I talk to much of me, let's talk about you, well, you're so ... pink, that's how the psy want me to take you, he said: " Yraid, be kind with your new confidant, you will have to wrote on him everyday. Choose one who's colorful" yeah... it can't be more "colorful", so you're , happy? That's all for today, i'm not ready to talk of what happened 2 months ago, not now.