Dear Diary,
I've been doing well, much to my surprise. I'm no longer weeping on my bed every night as much as before, and I think I'm starting to heal again. Though some parts of my brain failed to oversee my recovery and decides to be a dick sometimes. But the good thing is, she doesn't appear in my dreams frequently now and I'm glad the storm is starting to clear. I do miss those feelings at times, memories of her stuck to my skin and admittedly, I let them stay. I feel motivated. I feel like I could conquer anything. But sadly, like every good story, it must all come to at end. The drive I used to love and familiarise with began to corrode. I don't feel the same old excitement anymore. But I think I'm alright, the only regrets I have is that I will never be the one for her.
