Rageandlove77

Dear Diary, Its been three months. I still think about him every day. I've told myself that i don't need him. that i can do better. that i can live. But i don't believe myself. I feel almost abused. As if he just wants to string me along just in case his current girl ends in heartbreak. He knows i'll be there to pick up the pieces. That's just wrong. i've asked him multiple times to cut all ties with me but he refuses. i wouldn't be suprised if he's kept every picture i've drawn for him. I cried myself to sleep last night. Thinking about how i about left this earth for him three times. three. How i've hurt everyone i care about for him. H

I was sitting in a rocking chair by the window, numb. It started raining. So I got up and decided to go outside. A raindrop fell in front of me. I look at it in wonder. I wonder is it really there, is it wet like they say? Or is it just another lie to make us seem unsurmountable? I touch the fallen water and pull my finger back. Its cold and wet. The way its supposed to be. Why can't everything be like the rain? Simple, but can cause people to feel. Perfectly round, but each unique and important to something in need of nourishment. Why can't everything be like the rain? The way its supposed to be. All the same so there is no dissapointm