Like many anguished teens, I often felt that my best friend was my diary.I would enter my bedroom in a terrible mood, but as the sentences took shape on the page, whatever was troubling me no longer felt like quite as much of a catastrophe.I wasn't able to extinguish every sadness, but often felt calmer, as if a physical pressure had lifted from my chest.
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