Dear Diary: No One Will Read You

I have none so here's an excerpt:

"... I can't tell you to stay with me because I believe that the color of clingy does not go with my skin tone. I can not express to you my loneliness or general emotion when I go without you for a while. I won't bare my soul out of a fear that is etched into it..."

My thoughts in varying levels of my depression. No rhyme or reason. Prone to updates of chapters after publishing.