What is mine, and cannot be taken away

My...

What does it mean to use another mask to hide the hideous truth? Why don't we want to show who we really are to those around us, those close to us? It tears my heart to understand the truth, what the truth is to my past.

My name...

I dislike the idea that people rather hide instead of show, we deserve to know who we are to allow trust into out lives. But why doe sit sting to finally let the words slip out of our shivering lips? Diary, I must know.

My name is...

No one knows, but who will? Allow one's self to understand, help and encourage more from their hidden past. Where is my past? It comes slowly but eventually we either remember everything...or forget what we knew... I know these lost memories I had so urned to remember, and now it is for me to keep, my diary.



My name is Chio Kanazawa and I..am my own truth. One no one will ever know...