Friday May 10,2024
I have this horrible anxiety that I will never be able to feel love—not the affection of a close friend or relative, but the love of a special someone. In all honesty, though, I just want to be foolishly in love and not give it any thought for once. I'm lonely—more lonely than I'd dare to confess. In all honesty, I genuinely detest being by myself, even if I should just be content to be alone. I am merely a gorgeous face with a depressing demeanor and a lonely soul—I am dull and nobody wants to hear me talk. I'm Me.
Deskydra
That particular faithful night, I was quite depressed. I watched my ex's story—he was unaware of it of course—and I was feeling very angry. You know when people say "it's what's inside that counts"? Well, that statement is true in fact when I witnessed how carefree he could be and how he chose to avoid talking to me over something as silly as preserving his pride, my insides actually caught fire and at that precise moment, all I wanted to do was enlist him in the military because, rather than being foolish, he ought to be channeling his energy toward saving his country.
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My Diary Entries
RandomThe idea came from someone on Wattpad. I 'll use this blog to write my diary entries that I've written in my actual diary . Sorry the chapters are really short.
