Journal Of Gwen Stacy

Page.. 52?

Journal entry #52

God, it's been a while.. hello beloved white pages, I'm surprised you haven't..dissolved in the corner yet.

God that was deep, Gwen.

Yeah well maybe I feel like shit and wanna die.

Why am I talking to myself? I have no idea.

OH MY GOD STOP!

No-

Ugh. Okay, okay.. where do I start- uh.. well.. not a lot has happened over the past few weeks.. nothing really interesting. Peters.. no where to be seen,. And Jake.. comes an goes, says hi to me every morning. But leaves when he can-

But hey, I get it.. I was his age once-

So, for some reason I've finished my shifts at Oscorp for the season, so I'm home alone, mostly every day- but I basically just chill..

Don't really like doing nothing though- I miss Pete. You know... those abs, his smile... that little chuckle he does when he's nervous, his- touch..
and god.. those eyes. Those, bloody, chocolate brown, doe eyes-

Ugh! Stop fascinating about your husband and focus, Gwen.

there it is again! Talking to yourself! You see what happens when your alone!
I'm going crazy!

Okay, maybe I should stop writing-
But what if someone el-

Ohmygod. Yep. Just close the journal Gwen- jus-
I seriously, need to get out there and do something-

But what exactly?

I'm- literally.. if I talk to myself. One. More. Time... I swear-

Maybe it's my stupid period hormones- ugh someone help- headache n stomach cramps aren't fun-

Yeah, sure a-

OKAY. IM GOING.

-Gwen.

//sorrryyyyyy it's been soOoOooOoO loNggg.

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