I guess you can call this a journal. So I better start with him...
The sound of his voice burns my soul.
Picturing his face murders my heart in a bloody rampage of lust.
The dead memories of us encircle my brain repeatedly.
And I'm lost.
Him. It's all his fault. I used to be happy; until he left me do die on the inside. I don't like to use his name. So I call him 'Memory'. Because that's all he is now; and he's not coming back.
I thought he was serious when he said he loved me. In fact the last words I heard escape his lips were, "I love you Viv."
It was all a lie.
We first met in the back allyway of a pub.
It was love at first sight.
So I thought.
So this is the story of my one and only true love. The one that makes the person I am today violent, abusive, lustful.
And UNWELL.
