Dear Diary,
I'm a mess.
I'm at a point where I wish I had my past problems.
I'm at a point where I don't talk.
I'm at a point where I cut.
I'm at a point where I faint. Is it caused by blood loss or not eating, I don't know.
I'm at a point where I cry myself to sleep and refuse to let Harry hold me.
I don't know what happened. I don't know what triggered me. I don't know anything.
I thought alot about where it all began. It wasn't Ezra. It wasn't the divorce. I can't seem to find out what caused it. It's all faded in the back of my mind.
Life is also meaningless. Over the years I realized that nothing is worth anything really.
I gave away most of my clothes. I threw out old pictures. I gave all of my saving to a random homeless person.
God I'm so sick of myself. Look at me being a weak whiny baby. I'm pathetic.
I can't even count how many nights I cried and wished for change but did nothing to make it happen. At least nothing that worked.
I feel like I'm reaching the end.
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Hey guys:))
I never write any notes here cause I want you to mainly focus on the story.
But not much of this is left so i thought what the hell?:)
So my darlings this is chapter 68 and I hope you're enjoying it so far.
I'm always flattered when I see your comments and all so thank you for that<3
In conclusion don't hold back and let me know what you think!
All the love
Xx.
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!!!
