Dear Diary,

I saw something and I can’t unsee it and it’s causing me great stress. I know my mother saw it too, because we looked at each other at the time, but I’m scared to bring it up to her now. The conversation will be upsetting, so I guess we just let it go and hope she forgets.

Why are old men so creepy sometimes? Girls have to be on guard their whole lives, even with family members and it fucking sickens me.

I’m very angry and confused on how to proceed…in life…in general.