Not done

A girl woke up with a broken heart, cold sweat bleeding from her body. She starts to cry while it stings her face, her memories hunt her. This is for her, these are her diaries, her thoughts, feelings..Are these you?

           Dear Diary,                                     7-12-09
         I'm so empty, I'm not sure what I'm missing. Days and months pass by me in a blur but at the same time seem to drag on. I don't know how I feel anymore, but I don't think I want to know.

         I don't know what I'm doing. How did I come to be so blind? Love has phased me, like never before. How can this be? Now I know how it feels to have my heart slowly cut into pieces, gasping for air at the sound of his name. Feeling helpless with the feel of his presence. Feeling cold. Being lost. Confused. Hurt. This isn't who I am, how'd he snatch ahold of me? How did he make this happen? There's this feeling of my heart being ripped out of my chest, but it still stays in contact. So many memories, I can barely open my eyes in the morning and not remember. What happened? Whats wrong with me? This is not who I am.. This is not the girl I remember. How can I forget myself and remember him? 

 

          Dear Diary,                                    7-15-09

        Why does this hurt still contain my happiness? Why do I feel so empty? I can't feel. I can barely even breathe.