I saw exactly what was true, but oh, no more...
It’s been a long time since I wrote a diary.
Reading back, it’s mostly pretty mundane; I never dared write down what I really thought or felt, or the things that mattered most, except maybe in illegible code…
Until now.
This journal is turning into a nice collection of all the bits that never made it into my real diary.
The bits that nobody but me ever knew.
Does that mean that this is in fact the real diary and the other one was imaginary?
Or that neither of them on its own is any more true than the other?