Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,

I'm trying to smoothen out the lump in my heart and just when I thought I was getting by and doing the right thing you do little things to taunt me. I guess that is proof how immature you are. Okay, you have a girlfriend. That's great! Why are you rubbing it in my face? You claim that you are happy, yet you throw me these signs like that isn't so. Or maybe it's a delusion and it's all in my head. No, it's not all in my head! It's true. Why must we go there?