I had a diary like this one once.
of course, I was 13, and this kind of thing was expected from a young girl filled with so many problems secrets.
I found some kind of comfort in writing anonymously for people to read who seemed to be similar to me. people who also needed to know they also were not alone.
it was also cheaper then therapy.
So, I am back.
back then I went by the nickname CC.
poor CC with the depression.
Cries all the time from anxiety.
Hides scars from razors.
little CC who never eats.
I thought I could erase CC and go by my real name. I thought I could erase CC and all her troubled thoughts and delusions. I think now, there will always be CC lurking around in the shadows of my life.