It’s about life among other things. I may or may not write
about food, or religion, or that “thing” you like. In
fact, there is a chance that I won’t even write anything.
14th December, 2012 (2.45 A.M.) Oh, dear diary, such self-centered I am! I filled your pages with my secrets, so much blood in them, without thinking about the trauma it may cause you. I woke up at…