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Diary of Jane
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And I don’t mind
If you say this love is the last time
So now I’ll ask
Do you like that?
Do you like that?
No
I have had this crazy thought in my head since I began to read that one day, some day, I might find out that two pages were stuck together and I was just missing something. I wasn’t there. I never had been. I never will be.
Something’s getting in the way
Something’s just about to break
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane
So tell me how it should be
I lazily fumble through the remainder of the pages knowing what lay ahead: more anger and more disappointment. But it is too late. The anger is already inside me as well as the hurt you put me through. I stand up fiercely and put my foot across the bottom of the wooden chair that was once occupied by me. I push my foot upward hard enough to cause the chair to rise and fly eight feet and crash into a wall. I watch it in slow motion as the leg propels through my wall. I turn around to the mirror behind me.
“Wait, I don’t care about this anymore. I don’t.” I tell myself as I look into the mirror. You left me and I don’t know if I will ever stop caring. I wish so desperately that I will soon forget you ever existed. I know I won’t, but it’s nice to have a dream.
I open the book once again and sit down in the chair next to the fire after taking note of my new sense of coldness. I flip to the fifth page and read it carefully. Nothing. I turn the page again and search for it. Nothing. Why do I do this to myself? I know that every time I read it I get sick and angry. I throw your diary across the room to join the chair. I place my hands beneath the coffee table and pull upwards letting it turn over and break the glass vase that was on top of it. The magazines fly as I swipe them off of the breakfast bar and they open their pages and flap them as if they were birds. Do you like what you are doing to me? I pull the television off the wall and let it smash to the ground. As it goes down, I swear I see your reflection. Knowing you weren’t really there, I let my foot smash into the screen. Is this what you wanted for me?
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Tease that was so beautiful. You really have a gift at writting. I admire you so much. You write with so much emotions. Wonderful job.
wow that was some pretty powerful stuff. Your writing gets better and better every time, that one was tugging at my little heart strings! It’s still sad at the end though – bittersweet!
Tease that was so beautiful. You really have a gift at writting. I admire you so much. You write with so much emotions. Wonderful job.
wow that was some pretty powerful stuff. Your writing gets better and better every time, that one was tugging at my little heart strings! It’s still sad at the end though – bittersweet!
wow. peanut. that is the best thing you’ve written yet. I loved it. (glad you never told us how she died) what emotions you’ve brought up in me. that was fantastic. and i’m talking in circles cause the head/stomaches are taking over. but know that i loved this.
wow. peanut. that is the best thing you’ve written yet. I loved it. (glad you never told us how she died) what emotions you’ve brought up in me. that was fantastic. and i’m talking in circles cause the head/stomaches are taking over. but know that i loved this.
GAH! Halfway through i was CONVINCED it was going to end up being Ash’s dad. But no, you had to kill Spencer. GAH! You made me sad! You little bugger! You write too well now, go back to the way you used to write when you didn’t stir my emotions damn you. *throws hands in air* WHAT HAVE WE CREATED??
GAH! Halfway through i was CONVINCED it was going to end up being Ash’s dad. But no, you had to kill Spencer. GAH! You made me sad! You little bugger! You write too well now, go back to the way you used to write when you didn’t stir my emotions damn you. *throws hands in air* WHAT HAVE WE CREATED??
Omg, that was so deep…very emotional…well done hon=)
Omg, that was so deep…very emotional…well done hon=)
Wow that was deep i liked that one a lot thank you for a graet story
Wow that was deep i liked that one a lot thank you for a graet story
This story was emotionally exhausting for me. I love every second of it. I didn’t exactly like that Spencer was dead but I guess thats the way it is. And BTW, I really love that song. Breaking Benjamin is an awesome band.
This story was emotionally exhausting for me. I love every second of it. I didn’t exactly like that Spencer was dead but I guess thats the way it is. And BTW, I really love that song. Breaking Benjamin is an awesome band.
haha, clomle is so right, i thought it was your dad at first too., fgnre uigbi trg. and you know exactly how to make us completely devistated or estatic, and its not fair!
haha, clomle is so right, i thought it was your dad at first too., fgnre uigbi trg. and you know exactly how to make us completely devistated or estatic, and its not fair!
well i dont know what to say that hasnt been said already. but its was fantastic, magnificent peanut. i love your writing. :] and you of course peanut.
well i dont know what to say that hasnt been said already. but its was fantastic, magnificent peanut. i love your writing. :] and you of course peanut.
stylo you’ve got that song stick in my head now and i love it! this is an amazing and utterly sensational piece of writing. you brought out the sadness perfectly and yet still managed to end it on a beautiful note.
stylo you’ve got that song stick in my head now and i love it! this is an amazing and utterly sensational piece of writing. you brought out the sadness perfectly and yet still managed to end it on a beautiful note.