Dear Diary...

This the simple diary of a simple girl, me.
Sometimes, it's just easier to talk to a piece of paper than a reel person, sometimes it's just easier to dream about the perfect life than living your own.
But the paper has properties than most don't have, it will never judge you, never blame nor hurt you.
The paper is your confident.
Its texture is soft, smooth, yet the edges are sharp. They can hurt and cut you. What a poetic way to remind you that a piece of paper can also bring you down further in the darkness of your thoughts.

Disclaimer : This diary contains forms of violence (physical violence, self-harm, psychological violence...), be aware of it and if these subjects trigger you, please don't read it.
English is not my mother language so I apologize if you notice any mistakes or wrong typos and don't hesitate to tell me if it's the case ^^