Marlena's Diary
Posted: 30 Aug 2019, 21:11
Hi.... Diary? I guess. I haven't written a diary (journal maybe?) since I was ten. I learned back then not write my feelings down on my paper, but I'm older now. I doubt anyone can use this against me.
Probably.
I don't know.
I just feel like I have to tell someone. I'm lonely, and I don't know who to talk about these thoughts. Any thoughts really, I suppose. But especially these kinds of thoughts.
Okay, here goes.
One of these days I'm going to stop wanting to chase people that are no good for me.
At least, logically speaking, this time she doesn't seem like a jerk or a manipulator. No, she's just straight.
It could be worse, I tell myself. I still touch the scar on my belly from when she-who-shall-not-be-named stabbed me with a kitchen knife. Of course, was that really worse if I go to feel close? Got to feel intimate with someone?
Ugh, I'm going out of my mind. I'm not sure writing in this stupid thing is even going to help. Am I crazy? I'm probably crazy.
I'm not sure what I got myself into.
She was just so pretty and tough and strong. The kind I love to go for. The fact that she taught defense classes was a bonus. I sorely need those. Of course I know straight-girl crushes are not going to work
I should get a cat. If I want something to love me a pet would probably do the trick right?
Ugh, my thoughts are getting all jumbled up. I'll try this again later.
Maybe.
Writing in a diary is kind of pathetic isn't it?
Oh, right. As of yesterday evening, I'm a vampire.
Probably.
I don't know.
I just feel like I have to tell someone. I'm lonely, and I don't know who to talk about these thoughts. Any thoughts really, I suppose. But especially these kinds of thoughts.
Okay, here goes.
One of these days I'm going to stop wanting to chase people that are no good for me.
At least, logically speaking, this time she doesn't seem like a jerk or a manipulator. No, she's just straight.
It could be worse, I tell myself. I still touch the scar on my belly from when she-who-shall-not-be-named stabbed me with a kitchen knife. Of course, was that really worse if I go to feel close? Got to feel intimate with someone?
Ugh, I'm going out of my mind. I'm not sure writing in this stupid thing is even going to help. Am I crazy? I'm probably crazy.
I'm not sure what I got myself into.
She was just so pretty and tough and strong. The kind I love to go for. The fact that she taught defense classes was a bonus. I sorely need those. Of course I know straight-girl crushes are not going to work
I should get a cat. If I want something to love me a pet would probably do the trick right?
Ugh, my thoughts are getting all jumbled up. I'll try this again later.
Maybe.
Writing in a diary is kind of pathetic isn't it?
Oh, right. As of yesterday evening, I'm a vampire.