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☾”I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.

A monster, a monster,

I've turned into a monster,

A monster, a monster,

And it keeps getting stronger..” 

-Imagine Dragons, Monster 

 

Dear Diary

I fucking hate admitting that I miss someone. It makes me feel so small and pathetic, because I’m awake at 4am thinking about him, and he’s dead. Fucking dead.  It makes me feel so stupid and I honestly wish I could forget him. But I can’t.

I would give anything to be able to touch his face, to hug him, to hold his hand, fuck, to even just be able say “I love you”.

Sometimes, when I’m doing something and forget about him, just for a second, I always feel so guilty. I just stop whatever I’m doing and get mad. I want to scream so loud because he’s not here and I didn’t do anything to stop him.

What kinda person lets their best friend die.

A monster, that’s who.

I am the monster, and all monsters deserve to die.

 Soon, Adam.

 

Jude, 11/15/14

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A/N changed the song Jude’s singing in the previous chapter to Moments by One Direction :)

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