The Diary g.d.

One

Gray's P.O.V.

Today was just like any other boring day of my life. It's been like this for months, well I actually have no idea because I lost track of counting the days since I lost them.

Ever since that day, I've never been the same. I aged but the inside of me hasn't gotten past the shock my body was sent in that day.

I'm 20. Just recently to be exact. No job, no girlfriend, no friends, and no future. Don't get me wrong, I've gone out to get my mind off things but I always get the attention of girls with no respect for themselves. Eventually, I turn them down because all I'm looking for is a healthy relationship where I'm happy, in love, and have been able to get past that day but, nothing seems to work for me.

That's not much to ask really. Or is it? I often wonder about my family and where I am even going in life. Because lets face it, I am getting nowhere by thinking absentmindedly about random shit. No one likes reading nowadays that's why I choose to write in this very diary of mine to get those worries and my thoughts out of my head.

I'm not quite sure why anyone would want to read. Specially, with all the technology advancement these past few years. I of course wouldn't know anything about technology because well, I can't exactly afford it.

The only piece of technology I have is my cellphone. The cellphone that I've had since I was in high school. You're probably wondering how I even live on the daily and pay for my clothes and other necessities. Well, let's just say my parents left a fortune for my brother and I to inherit if they were ever to move onto the next life or had no reason to own money anymore.

So, its been quite a help when I graduated from high school. I've managed growing up alone surviving on that money only.

I get on the bus clutching the leather brown book in my hand tightly as if it would slip from my fingers. I noticed a brunette from the corner of my eye staring outside of the window with her head leaning against it.
She would always sit in the seat across from mine.

Why? I have no idea, I always seem to catch her glancing at me every once in a while. She would occasionly glance at the leather brown book held in my hand as the pencil writing in it was held by the grasp of my fingers.

Once I reached my stop, I grabbed my leather brown book and stood up exiting out of the bus. I took out a piece of paper from my leather brown book and stapled it onto a lightpost with a staple I had found dug into the lightpost previously.

I read the words carefully and let a single tear shed. I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts and walked off.

So the first few chaps will be fairly short and not that good but it will get better hopefully :)

I hope you enjoyed :) Ilysm❤
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