I’m so sorry.
Believe it or not.
I can’t take what I did back,
I can’t make it better,
But I tried.
I’m so sorry.
For all of my scars.
They hurt you more then me.
I can’t make them go away.
They don’t fade.
I’m so sorry,
That he hit you,
That I wasn’t there,
to take the blow.

Doesn't rhyme. There is no real poeticness to it. Its to my mom. She knows how much I love her, even if I can't rhyme when i apologize to her...

My diary ponders exsistance like I do. I also ponder why all these weird guys form obsessions with me then follow me around...and why these guys are always way older then me? ARG.

Should I leave my diary sad and empty? Probably. Who reads this stuff anywho?

my diary was sad and empty.
I really have nothing to say here.
I need a job.
I need a replacement Soulmate. Stupid Mandaas...