Monday, 12 February 2007
06:34:51 AM (GMT)
to my not so dear diary,
I found my old best friends diary a couple of days back, when I found it I felt like
crying. She was driven over the edge, you know, past the point of no return, in
otherwords, she killed herself. When I opened it, it was clear that it was meant to
be read by other ppl, she mentioned nothing about me in it, it was like a made up
life. I found myself writing in this funny way that I do, on walls, like my
but in a way, I knew that ppl know that is my trademark, so why bother? I tried to
throw the diary away, but I couldnt, it just made me feel so sick to know that she
didnt even care about me. But then again, why should she, nobody else does. I
remember that I always used to pass notes to her in class, and then after school, we
would go into town, but those days are over. Our games went over the top, so much so
that we would spark off a game from the smallest thing, `road of bones`, `days of
dumbness`, `rats in a firestorm`, but our favourite was always,`the evil within`. The
rules of the game were simple, eveytime someone made a joke, we just had to keep a
straight face and stare at them, but if their joke was really bad, then we had to set
a trap for them, something dark, we set fire to Kira`s house once, it didnt spread,
just a bit of carpet burned.
And now, I declare myself: A LOST SOUL.
Its good for the heart they say, you know, to let all your feelings out, so thats
what ill do.
yours now and forever, to be unchanged but maybe viewed by the human eye,