It's morning right now. The power is out. We had a storm last night and it blew our patio door open this morning. My mom is blaming me because I accidentally opened the door yesterday and we weren't able to latch the lock and close the door all the way. So I'm not in the happiest mood...Again. I wonder what the percentages of my day are spent feeling sad and/or alone. I just don't know anything,
On a better note, I haven't dreamed about him in a couple of days. But with good news, there's always bad news for me...The bad news is that he's been on my mind more so during the day. This is not a good sign at all. I really need to try my best to focus on driving when I go out. I can't go rolling down the freeway in a daze because I'm thinking about what could have happened.
Oh my gosh. What could have happened....
I had this scenario planned out in my head. What if he met me at the same spot that we were last Halloween? And what if he saw me crying in my sleep as I lie on the wooden floor of the shed. I imagined that he'd gently pick me up and lift me onto his lap and hold me there. And then if I woke up, I'd break into tears even more so and then I'd bury my head in his chest.
And these scenarios in my mind are what lead me to believe that I'm obsessive and crazy. Just lock me up and throw away the key, I'm not normal.
Also, I keep thinking....If he really, honestly loved me, then he would have been willing to try and work things out. So maybe he never did. I guess that he just wanted me to make him happy. Then he got bored. Just like he said he would.
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Diary of a Broken Girl
أدب المراهقينThis 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?
