Dear Diary, please tell me that I have to be more patient? That I can. That things will change for the better. Wait it out.
Dear Diary, I’m so unsure what to do next, but, I don’t even know if this is what I need.
Dear Diary, I’m not afraid. Just confused. Engulfed in a mess of too many wants.
Dear Diary, please tell me that it’ll be okay.
Dear Diary, now that I’m here, I’m slowly beginning to understand. Why some things didn’t work out. But yet, am still not in that moment where I’d know why and how it’d turned out eventually, “in the end”.
Dear Diary, it’s time to cap the pen. Good night.