Dear Diary, It’s currently 27 days until I turn 20. I lay on my back counting the stars and hopefully, I see a shooting star so I make a wish right here on this rooftop as I write to you and enact how my heart shakes in dread. My heart’s plagued, My thought’s choked, my feelings imprisoned, my head’s clouded, it seems as though my thoughts are too solemn for my lips to deliver, my heart’s racing. The month is …