prologue

I have always wanted a place to spill my thoughts, someone to be able to confined in. so , when I was gifted a diary on my 15th birthday by mum I was exhilarated because I have never gotten a gift from my parents before cause we weren't rich and we weren't poor. since then, I have always treasured it but even with this unending desire to write my thoughts somewhere , things I wasn't able to tell my mum as a teenager , I never used the diary , I didn't know what I was waiting for , time? who knows but I didn't once open it . I kept it in my box under my bed away from sight . I really did treasure it . Funny uhn that at my age I still treasured something as little as a diary . well that was me .