u/Chance_Feeling_5422

Wether or not my diary speaks the truth, I cannot attest to.
But surely like good food can be unwell, feelings come out like vomit on the page.
A raw mess of what was once inside you, now mixed up, chewed up and offending.
A diary is best kept private, like a lock on a bathroom stall, not something to share.
Were you left to sit with your own mess?
Essence of truth in the blatant display of emotion, unsorted, unconfirmed, unknown.
It’s okay, let it all out.