Good God. No. I'm just seventeen. How can i possibly be in love? Of all the weird teenage stuffs, why love? I'm not ready yet and probably won't be for the next, lets say, ten years.
But everytime I see them, my soul bleeds just a little bit more. How could they do this to me? They were the happiest people I have ever met. Maybe i was just jealous. But jealousy doesn't have anything to do with my bleeding soul. Maybe it was more than jealousy. Maybe its hatred. Or maybe, just maybe, its love.
You'll keep getting updates, don't worry. But for now, this will have to do.
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From My Diary
Short StoryHappiness - is self contentment, I believe. Stop thinking and get yourself in front of a mirror and tell me what you see. Yes, a beautiful face. But have you ever wondered what lies beneath that beautiful face of yours? Look further........ See it...
