" I love you, Elena and it’s because I love you that… I can’t be selfish with you. Why you can’t know this? I don’t deserve you but my brother does. God, I wish you don’t have to forget this but you do. "
Dear Diary, today will be different. It as to be. I will smile and it will be believable. This smile will say " I'm fine, thank you. Yes, I feel much better ". I will no longer be the sad little gir l who lost her parents. I will start fresh, be someone new . I t is the only way I'll make it truth.
Dear diary, I made it through the day. I must have said, " I'm fine, thanks," at least 37 times. And I didn't mean it once. But no one noticed. When someone asks, " how are you? " they really don't want an answer.