Darkness filled my canvas today. This is not a dream. I am having vivid flashbacks of being homeless. Living on the streets. Begging to survive. I cannot take this. This is ridiculous. I could not even write in my diary yesterday. I keep remembering this one scene where some kids started kicking my can of coins. It happened when I saw another homeless person begging for change. It reminded me of how they punched and kicked me while I was down, and showed no mercy. I need to tell someone this. But I cannot. I don’t know what will happen. This will only confirm that I am crazy.
I definitely need to keep this a secret.