My Happiness Will Come Back

I have a million diaries/journals but I can never write in them on a daily basis. "I bore myself to death." I write in them (maybe) once a month. Sometimes less. I hadn't written anything this year; until this morning. I was so angry. At myself, and everyone else. So i finally just decided to write about it. I filled two whole pages with my feelings. Took me about 30 minutes or so. After, I felt so much better. I thought to myself, "I will be happy. I WILL! My happiness will come back."

I ripped both pages out of the notebook, folded them into a little square, and wrote "Help me" on the front. I will probably put them in my box of notes I have. Or, I might burn them. I haven't decided yet.

I wrote two haikus after I finished my geometry work.

Writing makes me happy. For once. Maybe everything will go back to normal. Hopefully. The pain is still there. Some of it, anyway. I suppose it will subside over time. They say, time heals all wounds.

~She waits in silence.

~She's afriad of rejection.

~Her name is Haley.