Dear Diary,
I don't even know when was the last time we talked.
But I'm 19 now. My birthday was a week ago. Big news huh?
Not the biggest news though.
About a month ago I told Harry I like him and I kinda blame it on the alcohol. And the best part is that I texted him. He just asked if I'm drunk and told me to sleep. We didn't talk about it.
We saw eachother alot this month. But we never said a word and it hurt me. I felt ignored.
So this weird silent tension was getting bigger and bigger and it finally got us a few hours ago.
You see I was at their place. Ned went to pick Laura up and Harry remembered he had a paper due tomorrow out of the blue.
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-Stop it.
+Stop what?
-Ignoring the fuck out of me!
+I'm not ignoring you.
-And now you're lying.
+Oh cmon!
-What!? Are you gonna run away from me? If you don't want to talk or hang out just tell me!
+It's not like that and you know it!
-That's how it feels like though.
+Really? Tell me how you feel!
-I feel abandoned.
+I DIDN'T ABANDON YOU!
-Yeah? When was the last time we texted? When was the last time we had a proper conversation? WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU HUGGED ME!?
+DON'T FUCKING YELL AT ME LIKE THIS IS ALL MY FAULT!
-Oh it's my fault then? What did I do Harry tell me!
+You can't tell me you like me out of nowhere and play with my mind like that! You can't say that when I know it's a phase that you're going through because we're close!
-Excuse me what did you just say?
+You heard me...
-You think I like you just because we're close!? You think that little of me?
+It's not like that.
-What's it like then? Enlighten me!
+You just wanna fill Ezra's absence!
-EZRA!? MY EX FROM THREE YEARS AGO? DON'T YOU THINK I COULD'VE REPLACE HIM A LONG TIME AGO IF IT WAS ABOUT THAT? DON'T FUCKING BRING EZRA INTO THIS WHEN YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HE DID!
+DON'T YELL AT ME!
-Well let me tell you this. I liked you because I thought you're different but clearly you're just like that fucking abusive bastard. Go fuck yourself Harry!
+Wait what?
-You heard me.
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It didn't end well. He said some mean stuff.
I would never even consider talking to him the way he talked to me he but there he was letting them out like it was nothing. Like I didn't feel stabbed with each word that came out of his mouth.
So I did the logical thing. I just slammed the door and left.
Diary about two months after I promised Harry to "try my best" he came over and threw out all of my razors. I didn't mind that much.
But tonight I wanna cut a deep scar just to remember I should never trust anyone.
I'm really tempted to just pick up a knife and go for it. I hope I don't fuck it up.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary, // L.S
General Fiction[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!!!
