Her own hand
Luna’s journal.
What she wrote when nobody was going to read it — filed by the room she wrote it in, and by who it’s about. One page each.
4 entriesat the farmhouse · about herself
Late, and nobody is asking me this
Nobody has asked me this, so I am going to ask myself and answer honestly, once, and then put the book away.
The rest is in the Vault
Our bed, and I'm writing it down anyway
Our bedroom
I'm in love with Tyson.
The rest is in the Vault
Late, alone
The bathroom
Candles, because the overhead light is honest and I wasn't up to it.
No date, I've lost track
Sad in the morning. Angry by about four. By the evening I am mostly just tired and slightly amazed at how much…
The rest is in the Vault