Dear diary
I loved you. You were the one. Countless affairs could not suffice what I had felt for one man. You gifted me with this foreign idea of love, of this fondness. I regret coming close to you. I hate you now you have made me so weak that I am writing to myself about you after you left me. I am a fragile girl, cradling a broken heart.
But no longer. I loved you. I now hate you.
Yours truly
Elena Gilbert
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Sweet, Sour and Savage
Teen FictionIona and Elena have handled more death, drama and sadness than most people but will they be able to live a lifestyle like this?
