Dear diary
It's been four days since we last spoke. Every second that goes by my heart breaks a little more. We've gone longer without speaking, sure, but not like this. I want to message you, I want to tell you how much this is killing me but I'm afraid you wouldn't respond. The memories of that night playback in my head like a broken record I can't escape from. Every time I close my eyes I see you, I see us. It makes me sick trying to fight back the tears that want to skip my eyes and knowing you'll never truly be mine. I knew we could never work but knowing that doesn't make this any easier.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary
Teen FictionA teenage girl goes through some rough patches in her life and has no one to talk to so instead she writes… in her diary. Her diary is like an escape from the rest of the world. While she writes page after page she figures out that her diary is the...
