Dear Dairy

What will I write today?

Dear diary,
I'm truly sorry. I realize you didn't deserve to be treated that way, but I couldn't risk it. Everyone was knowing the things I told you, especially Amaka. Do you remember how interesting things got? I almost lost face in that school, so I had to stop and keep you in my head.

I left six years ago, I know you desperately hoped that I'd pull you out. I mean, I should've, but I believed that the safest place to keep the things that bug me is in my head. It didn't work out that much, I ended up carrying more baggage.
I miss you, I miss us. The lies we told, the hopes and dreams we built and fantasized about, the girls we crushed on and didn't have the nerve to talk to (how insignificant they are now), and how we battled with an inferiority complex.

We're back, baby. I am here now.