I really wanted to cut last night. I still don't understand why I did it. Well, I do..but I wish I hadn't have done it. Why did I have to get so mad? I was so mad that I couldn't even cry. All I can remember is not being able to breathe and shaking all over. My friend told me to dump him...to do it hard. I asked her for his number again. Then she told me to be easy on him and to talk things over. Did I? No. I was too mad. Of course. That one friend of his had always seemed to try to break us up...I'm leaving her unnamed...Everyone will be remained unknown so if someone finds this diary someday, no one will be put to shame.
When my mom was driving me home yesterday, my arm was itching where I had cut before. And also, the scar on my leg burned as well. I had to grasp it, because I had been thinking about my apology to him, and how he just shoved it off. Never break up through text...that's the new lesson learned from all of this. But it's too late and he won't go back.
I cried a little when I got home. I talked to my best friend and she assured me that everything wasn't all my fault. People get mad. It's life. And he should have tried harder when we were together. Thanks to her, I didn't cut, and my breathing became more easy.
I'm writing a song right now, and someday I hope he finds it.
Someday, I'll make a musical tesla coil and it will play Secrets by One Republic. Just for him.
I really just hope he still has trouble not thinking about me. When he gets a new girlfried, I may die. I'm still in love with him. I still care too much. I still can't forget him.
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Diary of a Broken Girl
Teen FictionThis is the diary of a girl that just never seems to be happy for long...or at all. Will she ever find happiness and get her true love back? Or did he never love her and only use her for his happiness?
