Dear Channie,

Prologue

"Is this on?" I asked, tapping the side of the camera. This was my first time using it, after all. I tend to organize my things, so I'll probably only record things related to this... project, for a while. "Uhh okay... red dot... is the lens focused? It's not filming the other side or anything, right?" If I go on like this, I'll end up worrying forever. "I'll check it later. If it doesn't catch my face, good for them. Well, whoever's going to be watching." Idiot, focus!

"Okay..." I sighed. "Here goes nothing..."

"Dear Diary,"

"I... um... god, this is awkward..." Sure is.

"I've decided to... make a diary entry of sorts, if you couldn't tell," I'm cringing at myself. Was I always this awkward?

"I'll cut to the chase. I don't... particularly feel well." I feel like I'm making way too big of a deal out of this whole thing.

"It's not that I'm sick or anything! Or at least, I don't think I am..." Why am I so unsure?

"What I'm trying to say is... I don't feel as... happy as I used to be?" I sound... obnoxious even? It's not like everyone else in the world is happy. Saying those words out loud made it sound like I... like I HAD to be a certain level of happy.

"So I guess... I decided to make a small journal... thing...?"

"You know, so I can let out my feelings, keep track of them, see where I get by the end of this"

"But I mean, writing takes a lot of time, you know? Putting every letter down in pen and paper. Besides, I had a feeling that I would try to edit my words to make it "perfect". I would much rather spill out my feelings raw, please. Also, saying the things I want to say out loud might work better than silently scribbling words down."

"So here's the deal: I'll come talk to you here whenever my emotions are too much for me to handle, and when I feel like I'm just... going to lose it. So you just have to lend me an ear for me to let out my feelings to, and we'll see how well it works, okay?" Okay.

"That should be enough for now. I'll see you next time?"

"Goodnight."

I was barely able to hear the last words I muttered before I shut the camera.

"I hope this works."

ー　ー　ー　ー　キリトリ　ー　ー　ー　ー

Hi guysss

So... welcome to "Dear Channie"! Hehe. ( ^ω^ )

I... don't exactly know what to say right now... (O_O)

Uhmm...

How about this?

Thanks for deciding to give this little book a chance~

This is my first book, so I'm sorry if there are any weird errors or anything! ('；ω；')
I'll assume that they'll get better over time and experience, but right now, if anything bothers you, just point them out, and I'll be glad to fix them.

Also, I aim to stay away from any triggers, so if all goes as planned, this will just be a sort of... verbal angst? Is that a thing? No self-harm, suicide attempts, gore, or anything else like that.

I'll try to leave all the extra information for the end, so I guess that'll be it for now?

God, publishing is so scary... I need to get used to it soon- !

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy!

- Lala