Listening

Hello my name is Diary and I think I’m the best listener in the world. People tell me stories about things all the time; adventures, tragedies, friendships on and on. People tell me every morning, mostly at night, and even afternoon. I have heard millions and millions of sad stories like deaths, betrayal, friendship problems, robberies, injuries, drug stories, and lots have even made me cry. But there are also happy things I’ve heard like marriages, new friends, recovery, vacation, and those are just some. If I was a person I could talk for days telling you all of the funny stories I’ve heard. I keep so many secrets that if you were to crack me open enough secrets would spill out to go around the world one hundred times. I’m as mushy as a year old plum from all the love stories I’ve heard. I listen to everyone. I have listened from all races, from people with disabilities, drug addicts, geniuses, all occupations, I have heard from all ages except for the age of 1. I listen to selfish people, kind people, caring people, proud people, you name it I’ve heard their story. I know a lot of answers to the world’s many mysteries. I have been alive ever since man has been writing and am still living. I probably know something about you that no one else knows. I have probably listened to one of your stories. I am not God and will never be….still don’t know who I am? Have you ever heard or written the term:“Dear Diary”