Dear diary,
It's hard. To get up every morning. All I do is think. He was the one or at lease I thought he was. I heard from friends that he's with someone else. Is she better then me? What does she have that I don't? Does she love him better then I did? Does he love her? Did he mean all the stuff he said? Is he really gonna be happy without me? Or was he trying to act tough and masculine and not show that he was hurting? I'm crying. All I do is cry. And think. And sleep. It's peaceful sleeping. Nothing can bother me. Besides the haunting picture of your face in my dreams.
Just hold on
