Day 2

'She was born in the season of Autumn leaves, died amidst the grief, all in the season of Autumn leaves.'

Dated- 12th of March, 2016
The library

Dear diary,
To each and everyone ,
I was happy and shrewd.
But they'll never know about my sad truth.
The sleepless nights,
With lonely sights,
Seeking light,
I got lost in fights..
Because it all started in the season of the autumn leaves,
That one boy left me,
I never once felt at ease.
Every person thinks I'm like a boon,
Whereas they don't know that ,I know the only thing they want is money,
For which they swoon.
Happy are the people who have people to look after them,
To care for people and for themselves.
I shed tears but they go useless,
I think I know why am so worthless.
So here I am telling you my story.
I was born amidst the autumn leaves,
And my life, my real glint,
Was caught by a nasty thief .
Who now, flew away and so do the autumn leaves.

Why are some people so perfect but imperfect in such a way that they can't be mended at all? 
I wish.. Someday he would know how much he hurt me. �'�

Yours Truly
Sophie