Dear diary,
I haven’t written to you for a while, have I? When was the last time? Five months? Six? I wanted so bad to write. But I am scared.
So scared.
Charlie told me something is changing. That I am changing. Charlie also said that soon, we could be friends again. But not now.
Why did he say that? I tried to make him explain but he just walked away. I ran after him, but he just went away, I screamed his name till my throat burns, I ran till my lungs felt is if it will burst, I cried till my eyes felt dry. I fell diary, I fell hard that my knees, my elbow, my lips bleed… but Charlie doesn’t come back. He left me alone to cry.
I am miserable diary love.
It is not a good feeling love. Something you don’t want to feel, I forget how it is to laugh. I wonder how it felt… I forget how to smile… how? … It is so… so … foreign...
Mommy told me to stop writing diaries. She said it is a giveaway of who we are. A flaw. But, I have nobody diary. Only you to remind me who I am. Mommy also said that she will never call me Danielle. That is no longer my name. She changed it to something else. I can’t tell you what diary. That is a secret I have to hold till the day I die.
Diary, there is something forming in my heart. It felt so cold. Like ice.
Am I finally turning into a full-grown doll?
Danielle .
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