Dear Diary, can you keep a secret?

No one knows.

I wouldn’t even tell it too the wind through fear that my voice would carry and the secret would be out.

I know I should tell someone. That’s the worst bit.

But I don’t want too.

It’d change everything.

And it wouldn’t get any better.

No matter who knew.

So instead I keep a diary.

Paper can’t speak. I figure its safe there.

If I stayed quiet any longer I’d be found out.

This is the safer way.

As long as I hide it well.