Dear Diary,
All I can say is how grateful I am that it is Saturday. If I were to see him, I think my body would collapse right down on my knees, spill my breakfast on his suede shoes, and have my tears flood up to his waist.
I chose to no longer see him every 4th period yet I'm here, weeping like someone should feel sympathy for me. But that's not who I am. No one should pity me because this was my decision. Loving him was my decision. Leaving his prison was my decision. Everything was mine, and only my decision. I am responsible for my own actions and I shall pay the price. This is me paying my price, getting hurt. Because I did this to myself.
So I will lay here, Diary, in silence with my tears and my journal. I only have today and tomorrow to feel sorry for myself. Monday, I have to go back to school and face another day, face him. So Diary, bear with me. I am just a little girl who is hurt, who is in the woods lost. I am lost, Diary. Very, very lost.
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Her Diary
RomanceUNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING +the ones with check marks in the chapter name is edited.+ "Shut up," Mark whispered, face inching towards hers. "Just shut up and kiss me, dammit." Madison froze. His face was only about an i...
