Eleanor's Journal

Entry 94

I don't know why I said yesterday was the best day of my life. It was a lie. I wanted it to be, but it wasn't. It wasn't even close. I think the best day of my life would be the day she told me she loved me for the first time. I can't think of anything better than that. Today was so bad. She's never coming back. I should've known. I'm not worth being loved. I've always known that and I guess that's why I push people away. Because they're worth it. So so worth it and they deserve better than me.