The worst thing you could do is tame the chaos in you. It’s like being told not to feel when you’re thrown in the fire.
I tried to tell myself that you’re gone but it just won’t sink in. No matter what I do, I’m still missing and thinking about you.
I dropped a tear in the ocean. The day you find it is the day I will stop missing you.
Dear Diary, I couldn’t have been more wrong. I thought that I could smile and nod my way through it. Pretend like it would all be okay. I had a plan. I wanted to change who I was. Create a life with someone new. Someone without the past. Without the pain. Someone alive. But it’s not that easy. The bad things stay with you. They follow you. You can’t escape them as much as you want to. All you can do is be ready for the good. So when it comes you invite it in. Because you need it… I need it.
Dear Diary, I made it through the day. I must have said ‘I’m fine, thanks’ at least 37 times. And I didn’t mean it once. But no one noticed. When someone asks ‘How are you?’, they really don’t want an answer.