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My Black Diary

Book By: MyrandaM

As we held hands, and he held me close, as we walked into the theatre, i remember wondering, why me? The same thought that stumbled across my lonely mind everytime he send me a text, everytime we talked on the phone, my mind began to stray from how happy i was.
This is just one of my horrifyingly amazing life experiances.
Was It Love?

Submitted:Nov 12, 2009    Reads: 74    Comments: 4    Likes: 0   

My Name Is Claire.

I live someplace warm. Sticky. Hot.

but in winter it can turn darker than night, colder than my heart.

why i am so dark? that is for ,me to always carry around like a heavy weight in my chest, and you, to find out.

It's hard to explain myself. What I am doing here, what i want, what i need, my search for undying love, my search for HIM.

and my search for IT. I'm not quite sure what "IT" is right now. "IT" could be to get away? "IT" could be a job, "IT" could mean money. "IT" could mean to run.

Yes, i mean RUN. Life right now is not so simple. A solution, to feel the wind in my hair and no ground beneathe my feet and leave.

I got my diary a few weeks ago. Neglecting to use it because it felt..wrong. Now, i feel as if nobody understand, they're all fakers, pretenders, to understand me.

Now it's only the words on line paper, that will ever completely know how i feel.

Today, November 12, 2009. Is the beginning.

My point of view, my stories, will begin to leak out of my mind and spill out onto here.

Maybe by the time i'm done. More will know not to be like me.

And maybe, i'll find small pieces of my heart, hidden between the lines.


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