Dear Diary. I just wanted to write in you once again
To tell you that I'm not ok and I'm not doing good at all.
Dear Diary. These tears I cry are not my own. They are tears I shed for everyone I've ever cared about. Everyone I've ever wanted to protect.
Dear Diary why is life so hard? Not for me but for the ones I love? The ones that care so deep for me as well. I guess our fate is sealed then. But we must keep pushing on. I will try to help them through their problems.
Dear Diary. It pains me to speak. But no matter how much I want to. I can't stop. My voice is a precious thing that I can't just simply take away from the ones who so crave to hear it. But at the same time that voice can never put across that point I want it to. Its bad at showing the emotions I want to show. That is why I stick to writing, its the one place where my voice no longer holds me hostage and my mind can be set free to express itself.
Dear Diary. My friends have abandoned me. They have left me alone and hide from me when I try to interact with them. What is so detestable about me that would make them flee from my presence? I only ever tried to be that shoulder there for them to cry on. I only ever wanted to be their friend. And I wanted them to be mine back.
Dear Diary. I wish you were blank. But if you were blank life would mean nothing. Without problems I can't get stronger. And I know that. But that still don't mean it doesn't hurt. Everyone needs at least a break sometimes. But, I need a whole vacation.
Dear God. Please read my diary.