Dear diary;
who am I?
Whoever I am,
I frighten me.

It’s different. When you have attached your soul to someone, it’s not their feature that gets you. It’s their essence. The words that come from their heart and the instant connection when you open up bare and truthful and they look at you like you were the most beautiful thing they ever witness.

Dear diary;
I thought about dying today...
or so I thought I did.
I think about death a lot lately
and I'm not too sure I
know the difference.

Adopted.

Maybe not wanted
called out and hoped for a response and-
maybe I don't want it.

Stars.
Stars you
see-
the ol folks I look at are the same ones you
see-
looking into history-
stars die-

reminding me-
stars remind me of the one who left me.

Dear Diary;
now that the dust has settled
I have realized that
all I want to do is
work,
travel,
work,
travel
to distract myself
from the joke that is my life

Dear Diary;
this year already
tastes like last year
and I can see the
rot ahead.

Dear Diary;
I met a girl last night
and I saw a goddess in her eyes.
Can you believe it?
I met a *******
goddess.

Dear Diary;
It's the last day
of the year and I
think I will burst into tears
for having held them in
all year.

Dear Diary;
I have concluded that
there is no soul left in me-
maybe I never had one.
All I know is that there are
no dreams and no love
to be desired.

Dear diary;
Why is it that my
misery craves company
the more my morale
continues to fade?
Too many times have I
known flesh that was
not my own
this year and it has
taken me too long to realize
that it isn't the cure.