Dear diary,
You never seem to realize just how beautiful those dark nights are until the darkest part of your mind takes you over. The millions of beautiful stars shimmering down on everybody, kissing the darkness, thanking it for a second chance. But the thing is, I'm not a star, Im not beautiful, I don't shine in the dark, for I am the dark. I'm living within this horror movie, my demons control me and every emotion. If you don't think that's terrifying...then try living it. All the constant irrelevant comments on what you wear, what mascara you use, even a mere hello can be taken in the wrong context. It gets to where you want to stay silent, where you no longer want to even whisper in the dark due to the fact that you're so terrified of someone listening. Yet, you know everyone is sleeping, safe and sound. You want to be stronger than that, but you're sitting under the whole universe, hopelessly counting the stars and the innumerable thoughts in your head. The soft music resonates into your headphones, making you feel ever so slightly better. Only it knows how you feel and only it knows how to put your thoughts into words when you choke on your own. I mean, get it together, you're a 16-year-old girl...you're going to be okay. Everything is temporary. I hope.
xoxo,
Willow Parker
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