Dear diary

Thank you for always being there for me. Always listening to every story I had to tell- whether it was through fits of giggles or streams of tears you still got every word.

You kept them hidden until I needed them again as a pick me up. You put me straight when my memories started to waver and fade. You remind me of how he teated me before I took him back into my life again.

And also, I’m sorry for the watermarks, the pen scars and the tore pages, but I know that you would rather hold them then let my skin feel the pain.

So thank-you,

Yours truley,

Lola