The Diary Of My Life

Today

I stood beside him, who was once the love of my life. He looked towards my room and started towards it. When he enter my room, he sank to the floor and held his head in his hands. I wanted to comfort him so bad, but the feeling of hatred towards him was to strong, or strongk, as he would say. My body laid on the bed, eyes closed, seemingly peaceful. Anyone who did not know who I was would think that I was asleep. But, after a good look, they would find a bottle of pills that had rolled on the floor, a few pills out of its container. They would notice the many many cuts on both arms and the note on my nightstand. He stood up and walked to my nightstand, picking up my note again.

Dear Mitchell Hughes,

I'm sorry. But you left me. Before all this, I was a mere fan to you. A girl that watches your videos daily, a girl that spends her life fangirling over a guy playing video games. After I met you at school, you changed my life entirely. Not saying that you didn't change my life before, but meeting you in real life changed it a whole much more. We fell in love and did everything together. But, you soon changed. I saw you cheating on me with a b-word. But, of course, I didn't say anything. You ignored me most of the time. You never really talked to me. I'm not saying I want attention, I'm just... I'm just lonely. I sit on the toilet floor for many hours, I starve myself for days, I tried to commit suicide. I was devastated. And you never noticed. So, by the time you read this, I'm long gone. It's too late to regret anything. But, I ask of you one more favor: that you leave me here, do not have a funeral for me. Leave me here in this very room where I died. Do not break or demolish this house. Leave everything in here alone. Don't touch anything. So, now, my final goodbye.

From your used-to-be biggest fan and ex-girlfriend,
Fay

As he re-read the note, tears appeared at the corner of his eyes, soon filling them and running down his cheeks. He put back the note to its original position and touched my face. "I'm sorry. I got carried away," he mumbled to my dead self. He turned around to my desk, to see my diary on the table. I put it there, yes. I wanted him to see it. He picked up the book and opened it to its first page.

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Hey guys, yes, I'm a fucking hypocrite. I said I wasn't gonna write anymore books except for 'What is Love' but look where we are now. Great, just great. Ahh, whatevs. Hope you like it.

*In PeteZahHutt's voice* SEE YA!
~helpidkausername