The Everyday Diary

The girl who used to write.

At seven, my grandmother gave me a Little Mermaid journal. Ariel on the cover. My own little place to put everything.

Writing was my release through my teenage years. When my godmother died, I stopped. I was 27. Eleven years later, I want to write again—only this time, I’m leaving the pages open.

I don’t really know how this is supposed to connect with anyone. It’s my diary. Maybe it’s emotional masturbation. I just know I miss writing.

A little mood-setting, not a photograph of my childhood diary.