Song Of The Pines. (BWWM)
Sadly, Dearest Diary,
I am somewhat, a woman.
And when I die, I'll die utterly alone, with no one to preside over my journey to the promised land, but an unknown Friar...
For I AM alone, Dearest Diary, and must warn you, the story I will tell will surely prove...
I am no angel, nor was my life an eventful one. I will probably have no one to love, to comfort my empty spirit, my broken soul, and lonely heart..
Kin, they do not want me, and some have probably neglected their earliest.. their only memories of me, yet I am to be thankful. They were leeches of fame, and I, of privacy, and they wouldn't allow my life to be sealed from it at all, they would've made me suffer in the blinding lights, and crass questions.My sheets are, to be more than likely, cold, occupied by I And I only. Love knows me not.
Of that I must warn you diary, but until the world has rid of me, and forgotten that this little author was existent..