Dear diary,
i wish i could write what i feel but i can't.
either because i don't understand my emotions myself, so i can't put them into words or because i simply don't want to.
being honest is hard for me.

the smell of tea in my nose.
the taste of my own tears on my tongue.
a death wish in my heart.

lost faces, missed touches
i lost i lost i lost

should i call you?
or should i erase you?