Dear Diary,
She was broken now, shattered really, robbed early of the tape and glue necessary to put her soul back together.
She was wandering the streets, no light to guide her on the right direction.
She went by her insticts, the insticts that has only brought painful knives into her heart.
She is me. I am she.
And at this point in my life, I don't know which street to wander down.
YOU ARE READING
ᵇʳᵘᵗᵃˡ ; ᵐᵃˡ'ˢ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗ ᵈⁱᵃʳʸ ✓
Fanfiction╰┈➤ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ⁱⁿˢᵉᶜᵘʳᵉ, ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ; ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵐʸ ᶠᵘᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵉᵉⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ¡! ❞ The tears flowed unchecked down her cheeks and dripped from her chin. She was too sad to cry out or wail, she just stood there as still as a statue while the magnitude of her loss s...
