Dear diary,

I'd have so much more to tell you, if I didn't dedicate so much of my time to telling my stories to scattered souls around the globe in a desperate attempt to keep secrets.

I'd have so much more love to share,

to love,

if I didn't desperately strive to swallow my tears of happiness, joy and affection at other people caring by forwarding my pleas of help, making me food when the employees' canteen has closed, when it is 3 am and,