Dear Diary,
Sometimes I like to imagine a life where I never meet Ezra. Would I ever get here?
You know how they say if something's meant to happen it will? So would I hate myself this much even if I never met him? Would I ever cut if he didn't touch me like he did? Would I feel worthless without him telling me I am?
Sometimes I miss him. I miss the times he cuddled me and kissed my neck. But I remember what he was doing minutes before that and it disappeares.
I wanna cry. I'm just overwhelmed. I don't know how I'm feeling. I don't know me.
I don't know if I want to keep on going to me or for others. I wish I could disappear and be erased from everyone's memory.
It's hard living like this. It's hard to wake up every day when you don't think you don't deserve to breathe. It's so fucking hard to be strong.
And the fact that people know is just another big wave of stress that's constantly coming my way.
I regret committing suicide but not because I'm fond of life now. Because I didn't die and now everyone knows how miserable I am.
I regret not being careful around Harry and I hate that when he found out, I willingly talked about it.
I regret telling Ned about what Ezra ever did to me.
I just wanna hide. I've been thinking maybe I stay summer with mom? It'll be nice to spend some time with Lisa. Yeah I think I'm gonna do that.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary, // L.S
Ficção Geral[𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅] "Goodbyes hurt when the story is not finished and the book has been closed forever." No one listens to him so he pours his heart out in a diary. ~ short-ish story !!!Trigger warnings in the prologue!!!
