She tried hard to not feel hurt and also tried to distract herself away from all the pain but all she's been doing was to write down nothing but pure sad emotional entries. Her notebook is now close to be filled with writing on every single page.
Sighing after she finished yet another entry, she sank herself into her bed full of pillows and tried to not think of him. But no matter how much she tried, he would always cross her mind. She fell in love with him but she also hated him for giving her another load of pain knowing all too better that she was already breaking.
Sitting up with legs crossed, she grabbed her notebook and flipped through the pages. She would always stop on the pages that contained words for him.
"Why am I stupidly thinking of him? Why am I feeling this feeling? Why must I come to know what love is? But importantly why must I know how hurtful the pain that comes together with love is?"