The Beginning

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Dear Diary,

It's 2016. 5SOS are becoming mainstream now, and that's something that I am struggling with today. Twitter tells me that all the popular girls are listening to them. They're punk. Why are all these One Direction fans listening to 5 Seconds of Summer? The world has turned upside down. 

As I pulled on my black skinny jeans and my black and yellow striped jumper, I looked in the mirror and sighed and thought, why?  I have ran out of gel for my hair.

The morning was short but the rest of the day was long. It rained heavily above my posh London suburb home and I sat in silence eating my Weetabix as I listened to the pitter patter of it all. The weather mirrored my miserable mood. It had been a year since Russell Brand and I broke up. Our taste in music was too different. He was not rock'n'roll enough for me... he said he liked Katy Perry. After everything we had been through together, thick and thin. And he betrayed me like this... I gave him my everything. 

Even though it has been a year, he still plays on my mind. When I let my mind wander, sometimes all I can think about is him. His curly hair. The way his stubble would tickle my chin and prick at my fingers like rose thorns. Our laughs, our cries, our most tender loving moments. And now they are all but memories. We are no longer together and it has been an entire 365 days now. But when I close my eyes... it feels like moments ago.

As I sit here writing all of this, tears fall from my icy blue eyes and hit the page like a thunderstorm. The sadness consumes me, overwhelms me. If only I could call out to Russell and pull him back to me... Alas, I cannot. And so I lay here, in anguish. For the three-hundredth and sixty-fifth day. Alone.

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