I was six years old with a freshly chopped bob when I realized other people have hidden minds and secret thoughts. Spooked that I couldn’t really know what people thought about my new hairdo, I became a kid going through weekly existential crises. Amidst a self-conscious freak-out, I reached for my black and white journal and wrote my very first diary entry:

Dear Diary, my hair is stoopid.

I’ve been writing ever since.

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