Dear Diary,
Life is full of choices. I'm trying to make the choice to make the best out of a bad situation.
I have been thriving at this... I lost a ton of water weight.. But I don't look any different.
I have been writing again.
I did all of my laundry and put it all away... Its been a long time since I've seen some of the clothes I washed.
I did all of this because I want to feel good about myself.
I value myself now... I feel like I'm a prize. Like I can smile...
But it does still hurt me... And I'll find myself staring at the grass... Feeling like I belong there... Underneath of it...
I have been catching myself a lot lately...
Every time I drive alone, I get a blank empty stare... And I catch myself thinking how easy it would be to just run off the road into the ditch, or into a tree, or an oncoming semi truck... And I catch my car veering off in the direction of the hazard...
I have almost been in 3 accidents this week...
There's only one thing that seems to snap me out of it... Something from a while back actually.
A song pops into my head. It is just 1 part of it... The main part of it... And it just repeats itself in my head as I drive until I get to my destination safely.
The sing is exceedingly simple. In fact, it only has 2 words in it.
"Dango, Dango, Dango, Dango, Dango Daikasoku"
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary...
Non-FictionThis is my diary. Interpret as you will. Before you read on, you must know that some of the entries will be light and fluffy, but some will be very very dark... The only reason I am making this is so that I can vent free of judgment. I wrote two sto...
