My Diary That No One Should Read - Day #1
Francheska’s first written confessions in a search for meaning she never expected anyone to witness.
This isn’t one of those diaries filled with dreams, dates, and doodles of hearts. This is something much messier. My name is Francheska, and right now, I’m trying to find a purpose. I’ve written this because the thoughts in my head are getting too loud and if I don’t let them out, I’m scared they’ll drown me. So here it is - my truth, raw and unpolished. It’s ugly in places and fragile in others. If you found this, maybe it was meant for you after all. Maybe I’m not the only one wondering what the hell we’re doing here.
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