Dear Diary,

I told myself to stop thinking, but I still think.

I had a bad week, and I was tensed up.

I missed my friends badly, all of them, but I couldn't see them.

I know everything changed now, I need to live a new life. But, can you please give me some spare time, to be nostalgic, to missed, and to stay back a little while?

I laugh to hide sorrowfulness, why would I?

signing off,
Dilemma, I did regret...