Dear diary...

"Dear Diary..." Glardia began writing. "I’ve got secrets... secrets I haven’t told anybody yet… not a soul…"

"So I’m just gonna write them here… hoping that writing to you would make me feel better." Glardia felt a bit ridiculous writing to a diary. It’s something kids would normally do, thinking that a diary would be listening to their written feelings. It’s not something a 17-year-old would do, Glardia thought to herself.

"Go ahead." Words begun to appear filling in the blank lines of the diary, "I'll listen to your written words. However in return. you listen to mine. i have feelings too and i suffer just as much as you do."

What if you suffered pain, and everyone in your life that meant something to you was either gone from your life or busy trying to solve their own problems.

What if you had no one to express your feelings to? And the only way to express your feelings was to let your pen just bleed on a blank paper of a diary. What if the diary wrote back to you? And it turns out to be just another human like you but their soul is trapped in a diary. What will happen if the diary fills up with written emotions, and there would be no more pages left to write on?

Would you still write your heart out?

Writing comes with consequences… either you leap and take a chance or sit back and bottle up.