Journal… to journal… I am journaling…
What’s in a journal?
Well, I think of a few things I guess. Most of them from personal experience, others, engrained stereotypes spoon-fed through poor rom com plots.
I say that but I used to eat that shit up.
Dear diary,
blah, blah was mad at me today so she sent a picture of me sitting on the toilet all around school…
Or…
Mom found my stash… I’m grounded for a week with no phone… get ready for a pen pounding…
Things about crushes, best friends, school, work, life, family… I mean… a favorite pet dies. I could imagine all of those things being in a journal…
But… What my roommate handed me, and in turn… I gave the police, After taking pictures of every page… just in case all the things she said were true.
When they asked me if I’d read it I told them no, which had been mostly true at the time… I’d been too freaked out to read past page five… I figured if I did it publically… It might feel less freaky… Here’s to hoping because, I need answers, soon.
Anyway, I told them the truth, just in case they could see through any lie I might tell and find me suspicious before I could find my own answers.
I told them, she’d asked me to put it in my safe and keep it that way... but there’s been some… strange stuff happening that I can’t explain without sharing what I’ve found… Be aware, reading this might not be… safe. I can’t be blamed for what life starts doing to your strings but I promise.
It’s frightening.
That being said. Here we go…
(To be continued upon request… )
What’s in the journal?! What happens next?