Dear diary:

Today, I realized something. Laughter isn't only the best medicine; it is also the best disguise.

I should know, out of all people.

After all, laughter is the mask that will mask my past, my actions and my identity.

Yet, something is out there.

Threatening to tear it apart and expose me, and I am frighten of what hides beneath that my fa├žade. Even more so, I am terrified of the one who has the ability to tear it.

Someone beyond my wildest dreams