I thouht i was going better. for a couple of weeks i prayed the lord everyday and it made me feel better. that's what i thought. the lord cannot help me with that pain. when i think of my father, my family, the capes and the essay i have to write, when i think about all these things, i do not think of him. for some weeks i really believed i had for

I didn't write a word yesterday. there was nothing to say anyway. i spent my day at the library to work on an exam that i probably failed. end of the story. i really didn't think i would write something today, til i realised i was crying while listening goodbye my lover. and i am now listening to still loving you. ok i am acting like a fool, like a

I always knew that one day or another i would write a diary. i often tried, but it always ended up with boring me. every time. but maybe this it it. maybe i do need to write down my thoughts, my feelings, all the things that cross my mind. or maybe not all the things, just some of them. not to share them, just to give my mind some release, to light

Hey! i know it's been a long time since the last time i wrote anything in here. but for my defence, i 've been busy: home, lessons...well. so here it is, in a few days it will be a year since he broke up with me. gosh. and i still feel so bad;;; i spent my whole week end crying, huh and today too. as long as i am alone, in tne train, in my flat, or