dear diary.

this is a place for smiles… to look back at memories and reminisce. it’s refreshing. and keeps me rooted. to remember who i am, where i came from–or, “from where i came” if you’re particular about proper grammar… [but then, you’d notice all of the sentence fragments and note that i’m missing capital letters, too.]

i don’t quite know how it’ll read as an outsider, though. perhaps you can tell me. i hope you laugh a little–even if at my expense. i pray that you find morsels of joy in your own life each day… especially the days that are a bit tougher to get through. i’d love to hear about them all.

sincerely,
me.