January 1st
A new year. Everyone’s making resolutions, promises to be better, to grow, to change. I suppose I should too. But what do you do when your entire world revolves around someone who doesn’t even see you? You can’t just resolve to stop loving someone, can you? It’s like telling the sun to stop rising.
I want to be free. I want to move on, to find my own happiness, not defined by his. But a part of me, the stubborn, foolish part, still holds onto that tiny sliver of hope. A hope that one day, maybe, just maybe, he'll see me. He’ll see me, not as the quiet girl in the corner, but as someone worthy of his heart.
I know it’s a hopeless dream. I know I'm setting myself up for more heartache. But I can’t help it. My heart is a stubborn thing, and it seems bound to him, a captive bird beating against the bars of its gilded cage. And I, its keeper, am just left to bleed with it.
Tonight, the silence is deafening. The ink feels even heavier than before. I close the diary with a sigh - heavy, defeated, broken. I am just a girl, lost in a labyrinth of unrequited love, and it seems there is no way out.
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