I came home, dried off, and started writing this. I’m not the same girl who started writing this diary. I think I like the new one better.
I’d written it after my mother canceled our weekend together for the third time in a row. I’d written it to protect myself. A wall made of words. But walls, I was learning, also keep things in. emilys diary episode 22
Love, Lies, and Leaked Secrets: Breaking Down Emily's Diary Episode 22 I came home, dried off, and started writing this
Instead, I took a breath. "I miss the way you used to make me laugh until my stomach hurt. I miss the ghost stories." I came home
I felt exposed, raw. My art is the one thing that feels purely mine. "Thanks," I whispered.