I had another dream about him last night. We were just friends again. Happy and carefree. Nothing seemed to be awkward or in the way and bothersome. Everything was fine.
I don't think things are going to go well though. I'm just worried and sad and depressed.
Mom saw his dad today. He had been riding his bike. And mom wouldn't stop talking about it. This was really awkward because it hurt me even more because I remembered how close I had been getting to his family. And part of me says that I can still have a chance with him. But the other side says no. You guys are done. So I'm not sure exactly what to believe anymore.
I was tempted to cut again. I went to the drawer and picked up a medicine knife. I looked at it. I just stood there and looked at it. After a while, I took the blade and put the tip on my wrist. I wasn't hurting myself but the cool was of the knife felt good on my warm skin.
It's really warm in my room right now and I had a cappuccino earlier tonight so I may not be able to sleep. I keep thinking of him and haven't stopped. I even had trouble at driving school today. I had to pinch myself in order to stay focused. I just miss him so.
I hope I don't dream about him again. I don't know how much more I can take.
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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?
