What kind of witchcraft is this?

I gawp at him, so sure I’m dreaming and should pinch myself to break this god-awful nightmare once and for all.

Diaries of years and years of having no one else to turn to and offload the horrors of my life. This was how I got it out of my head and battled to breathe another day. I put everything into these dire little notebooks. Every woe and dark secret. Every confession and dying dream. It was my outlet to stay sane, and I used them to tear ...