𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

“𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧. 𝟎𝟒.𝟎𝟕.

dear diary, things didn't go as planned. on our second week in vancouver kevin's parents died in a car accident. neither of us have been feeling the excitement that we were just a day ago.

i'm broken, because in the span of that week i managed to get so close to his parents, that i thought they could fill in the gap in my life that my parents should have, but never did. kevin's broken, for an obvious reason, and a lot more than i am.

i recall the time when i wrote something about him here, something along the lines of him having enough light inside him to light up his dark days. i no longer see that light in him. maybe, after all, these so-called lights aren't eternal. maybe, when the time comes, even the brightest light will run out of power.”