15 July 2012
Dear diary,
Love feels like hell. When will this thing ever end? Just today, when I opened my facebook page, and saw the top news from the growing pile of feeds, my heart began to sank. To my curiosity, I typed his name in the search bar, and felt my breath fade as I pressed the "search" button.
From this day on, I will never try to check anything that regards him. Will that be enough? Anyway, thank you for always hearing me out.
Xoxo, The girl who swore, but never did.
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I let out a sigh as I closed the leather-bound diary my father gave me before he died. Some parts of it were beaten, but every part of it looked like it survived a century-old-war. I replaced it on an improvised wooden case that used to be a jewelry box. I have an eye for reusing things since I was young. But now, it's as if I'm the one being used and reused.
I gathered my things, took my leave, and walked too early for a friday school morning.
The Girl Who Swore But Never Did (pt.1) • Opuss № I