Misa Tadasai

Journal Entry 2

Dear Diary, Today in the garden... No, never mind. My therapist told me I should keep a diary, but my memories of the word “diary” are littered with imagery of heart-dotted-i’s and glitter pens. And secrets I couldn’t tell anyone. This thing is all suave black leather, so maybe journal is more appropriate? I don’t know, I think I’m just binarily gendering stationary at this point. But honestly, “Dear Diary” sounds a little too young and nostalgic, and “Dear Journal” doesn’t have the same warm ring to it, so let me just get on with it: