Diary Of Brokenhearted

| 1 | Diary

Dear Diary,
I had the worse day today. You know, I just went in the mall with my Mom and she decided to let me buy some stuff, like notebooks because I'll finallt have school this upcoming Wednesday. Yes, I'll be coming back to school. I'm not excited. School is like hell.

But anyways, the mall thing, well, I went on to pass by an older woman and I said "Excuse me!" but her butt was like, so big. Is she deaf or something, because I just said excuse me. Of course, I'm ugly. If you're ugly, people will treat you like shit, but maybe, just some of them.

Or maybe my voice was a bit low, because there were so many people a while ago talking, like, filling out the whole mall. It's like you're in a concert, but the opposite of screaming. And oh, I never went to a concert before. I feel so bad about myself. I get judged, and never even went to a concert.

My heart is feeling heavy today, like it's shattered, almost being brokenhearted. Not just in love, but, if you feel bad on yourself for always being wrong, it's close to being brokenhearted. Or I'll call my heart "sad".

Nah, it doesn't really exist, but I'm ending this right now. If you, my dear diary can only talk, you'll be my only friend who won't ever judge me.

-Mia-

(AN: This is me in real life, but Mia is not really my name. I just went through a lot in my life. But, I hope you guys like this. Chapter 2 will be soon. Just sorry for slow updates.)