My Dear Diary Days

Chapter 8

It was just another typical Long ride back home. As she glanced through the scenery, of which she has never really paid attention to, she saw a reflection of a shiny teardrop, forming beside her eyes. It slowly trickled down. Her conscience was clear, but she was disappointed in how her crush did not believe in her. Hiding herself in the books and assignments she was holding, she weeped softly, without any commuters' notice.

"So how was your day Susan?" Mum Susanna asked.

"Awful. The worst I could have asked for."

"Surely there's a bunch of happy stuff right?"

"Apparently no." She dragged her haversack, lethargically, climbed up the staircase with dread. Her eyes closed gradually with exhaustion. The girl slept all the way until dinner, nothing but just a cotton blanket covering the shivering female. Temperatures were Low, just like how the heart was all cold.

She had no appetite for dinner, and sat by the table whining. She couldn't face herself, and didn't realise what she was doing in the morning. She shoved herself a tiny ball of rice with some steak. The aroma somehow could not tackle her taste buds who were affected by the sleep. It was not awakened. It was short before she pull herself back to her pink bedroom.

Alone, she decided it was another opportunity to write her diary.

Dear Diary,

Why did I had a mental breakdown earlier? Why am I so mentally fragile? Why can't I have the courage to face what I have a burning passion for? Why can't I understand my own self? Why am I trying to avoid him now? Why can't I...face myself?

Trembling, she wailed again. As midnight approached, she still continued flipping textbooks, before gradually falling asleep. Her soul was tired, just like how she was sick of facing the world again.