Diary: Page 5

I have mixed thoughts today. Was it right? Was it wrong? I try to look deeper into myself. But no hints yet.

My mind can jump from one thought to another. Like this.

To that.

To another.

Are you going to read this? Today? Tomorrow? Someday?

If you do, please know, I am sorry.

But I am not sorry.

No actually I am.

You were amazing.

No you were NOT.

You had a good soul. I never saw I guess.

I let you go. I let myself go.

I am sorry.

No I am not sorry.

I am just... here and there.

Someday I hope you know.

Someday I hope you never know.