Friday, March 16th, 2012
Writing in you seems to have effected me somehow. I now know why people write in diaries. I don't have a friend in the world, but I still have someone to talk to. Ive learned that once you give somebody everything you can, they leave. If I tell you everything, your pages will be full and rendered useless. But, here goes.
My hatred of blue eyes goes back to my ex boyfriend Cole. We were completely in love. But my father hated Cole. So what if he pushed marijuana? How else does a 15-year-old boy with a D average (not his fault, by the way. Teacher just don't like guys with black eyeliner) make money? I told my dad that we broke up, and we secretly dated. That lasted about four months until my dad found out. And then... alright I'm just gonna say it. He beat me. He used anything he could get his hands on and almost pounded the life out of me. My mother was screaming and ran out of the house. She didn't even try to save her own daughter.
Later that night, I crept out my window and walked to Cole's house. I looked up at him, trust beaming out of my bruised eyes, my cut lips trembling from both love and exhaustion, and do you know what he told me? "Taylor, look, I'm sorry, but I'm just not feeling it anymore. You're a great girl, but i found a woman who fully supports me and my music- and she says she loves me and will love me even more when i dump you, so...bye." It was then, staring into his sky-blue eyes, that my world crumbled around his feet.
I'll write more later, but right now i have to go cry myself to sleep.
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The Blue Eyed Girl
Teen Fictionin this story, depression, jealousy, and regret play a huge role in making a girl do something that will eventually make doom for herself.
