Dear Diary

Dear Diary
By Julia Hockenberry

I’m in a cold sweat under my bed. I’m searching for my diaries. And I can’t find them anywhere.

A couple of scenarios run through my head as I blow a dust bunny from my face. Either I’ve hidden them so well that no one — not even me — will ever find them again or I’ve actually not hidden them very well at all, which is why they’re missing.