dear diary

written by a completely downhearted and melancholic thirteen year old, whose story needs to be acknowledged,
but not just any story,
a story full of twists, depression, celebration and (un)fortunate events.
a story every teenager can relate to,
an ode meant for all of us,
for all living and for all striving to live,

maybe, it was meant to be,

but how had i suddenly gone so weak?

you're still the weakest, child, grow up.