i've been reading this girl's diary for a while. i found it through another diary that i read, and the contents of it are quite sad. in it are the stories of a girl who loves a boy, but the boy doesn't love her like that anymore. true, the story has been told before and the world should not end because of circumstances like this, but i was there once. i was once the girl that wasn't loved like that anymore, and i could barely pick myself up. slowly i started to find pieces of me around the city of chicago, and i picked myself up through months of good happenings.

but her story is still her story, and i still think it's fair that i wish it wasn't so. the problem with this is that this is one of those diaries that, by default, i know of the person through another person, making it so that i possibly shouldn't be reading this.

heartache is a bad thing though, and i don't wish it upon anyone.