Dear diary, I wonder every day if I'll be able to move on from my past and look forward to the future. Every day that goes by I feel a greater pain in my chest than there was the previous day. I guess it will all just take time to move on from it. Every morning I wake up thinking I'll see my mom cooking breakfast and my dad watching tv, and my little brother playing with his Legos... And then I remember, they're gone. Everybody always asks me if I'm okay. I just look at them and smile, saying "I'll be fine, thank you." Everybody buys it. I'm just hoping the more I say it the more I'll believe it.

The sweet sensation of a thought can take you any where you please. The though of someone thinking about you every night and kisses your picture before they go to bed is enough to make your day. Then I woke up.