Hello. Idk where to start. My name is Dahlia. Dahlia Mikel, pronounced mee-kel, Huff. I am 18 years old and idk who I am. Idk anything.
My house is quiet. Everyone is asleep at 5:39 pm. If my 8 year old sister was here, we'd be the only two up. Or not. I haven't had a pedicure in weeks and my feet are unrecognizable. My nails, the ones on my hands are long while at least one finger has been broken off one way or another. I hope this isn't confusing. I just want someone to hear me. I have a lot in my head. And I want someone to listen to it. Thanks btw. Whoever you are. It means a lot.
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Dahlia
General FictionThis is more of a diary. Not a book per say. A public diary. Ironically.
