Today
Mitch put down my diary, tears still running down his cheeks. I didn't give a damn, he deserved it, all of it.
~flashback~
"Alex, would you go out with me?" Mitch asked. "Definitely," I answered happily, doing a little happy dance inside.
~flashback 2~
"Mitch, do you promise that you will never leave me?" I whispered, my forehead on his. "I would never, from the moon and back, I would never ever leave you," he answered, giving me a soft peck on my lips. "You sure?" I confirmed. "Yes," he confirmed.
~Flashback over~
Pfft.
Liar
Oh how easy for one to lie and break a promise. If I come back, if, I would be different, stronger and braver than before. I would never be heartbroken, never be hurt ever again, because I've learnt the hard way. First hand experience.
It was dark out. Mitch had already left. I was alone, again. But, my emotions were gone, taken away, ever since I died. I could no longer feel happiness, sadness, hate, anger, vengefulness or anything. Just emptiness. Nothing.
I no longer feel lonely. I found a piece of paper and pen, willing with all my might, to pick up the pen and write.
Dear Mitch,
I see that you've read my diary. Don't worry, I didn't think that you actually cared. Why? Regretting all the mistakes you've done? Breaking an already broken person? Do you feel good? Satisfied? You're an imbecile.
Much nothingness,
From your broken friend,
A-fucking-lex
There. Much better. I think he would like it. That's a true friend right there. Yup. I wished that I could live my life again, correct all the mistakes I've done. But, can't regret it now, one, because I have no feelings, two, I'm dead. So, there you have it.
A very much broken me. And a broken Mitch.
Happy birthday.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY MERRY CHRISTMAS HAPPY NEW YEAR ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY MERRY CHRIS- oops, am I ruining the moment? Sorry.
~helpidkausername
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The Diary Of My Life
Fiksi PenggemarHe saved my life. He made me feel special. He loved me. He also broke my heart. And now I'm gone and now, he's regretting. But, he found my diary.
