It hurts me so much to see you everyday, at the bus stop, or in the mall. And you can’t even look at me. You’ve changed so much, but yet you haven’t. Because I know you remember, or else you wouldn’t look away every time you see me somewhere. You know the same people, and have the same lifestyle. But I still care about you, just as I had before you did what you did. And I would probably act as if nothing had happened if you came to me and acted like a friend, or even just apologized Because I am that willing to pretend Just for the sake of ridding the feeling of remorse from myself.
Disclaimer
It is your choice whether or not to read this diary. The most I can ask is that you do not question me about it - I would rather not know if you have been reading it at all or even how you came to find it. Everything I have posted in this diary is what I had been thinking at the exact time I posted it. This diary is for me personally, and me alone. If I have written something you dislike: stop reading.
