... I found a letter. I wrote it it April 6th one year ago. I wrote it to a boy, but I did never send it away and now he has forgotten me.
I named the letter- The truth. It describes my feelings for him. It describes how I felt when he looked at me, when he held my hand and when he kissed my lips. It describes every heartbeat.

Dear Diary I did never give him the letter. Soon it's two years ago since I wrote it and he never got to know the truth. I told him I loved him, but that letter describes so much more.

Dear Diary can you save broken love? Can you make love come back? Can you change hate into love?
Dear Diray I don't think so. One mistake doesn't change your love, but tears do. If someone let you down and hurt you like no one has hurt you before, and if you get that feeling over and over again and finally make a desision to stop care about the love and try to get a better life, I think it's impossible to get the love back.

Dear Diary you can't get your feelings back. If they are gone, they are gone, no matter what.

Dear Diary I didn't send the letter to the boy, maybe everything would be different now if I had. I named the letter- "The truth". When I wrote it, the truth described how much I loved the boy and how much I didn't want him to leave me. I was crying when he hurt me and I never stopped to love him.
Now the truth describes how much I fighting to forget him, to let him out of my mind.

Dear Diary he has forgotten me long time ago

... I can't smile anymore. I wake up day after day, afraid of my smile.

Dear Diary. I know that something bad is going to happen if I smile, I'm afraid of my own smile. Scared, terrified. I don't know what to do. I sleep with tears in my eyes and I'm dreaming about what it's like to not wake up the next morning.

Dear Diary. Sometimes I feel like I have nothing to live for. I'm afraid of my own smile, cause I know that something bad is going to happen.
My smile is like poison or something, when I smile I know it's not long time left and then the tears come.

Dear Diary. The tears flow like a river, down the cheek. They taste like death and very deep anxiety. I pray night after night for help, nothing happens. The tears keep falling, I keep waiting for a real smile, a smile that doesn't scares the shit out of me

.. I know I'm bad, I know it's wrong to treat a person that way. I can't help it.
When I'm this confused and I don't know what to do I use to turn around or sleep for one day or two and then I think : - Tomorrow is a new day.

Dear Diary. I fighting for something, I just don't know what I'm fighting for.. not yet.
When I'm this confused I use to think that tomorrow will tell me.. or the day after tomorrow. It will come with the aswers.

Dear Diary, I know I'm confused, and I know that I don't know a thing about anything, not really.

Sometimes it's just too much