Dear Diary,

 

 

Words cannot describe this feeling of guilt.

 

All I wanted was us to live in times of bliss, but now there is nothing. I have nothing.

 

I gave up the only thing that may have truly saved us and now I'm paying the price.

 

If I shut my eyes fast it all goes blank and when I open them again the empty space remains.

 

 

Time is slipping through my fingers like sand.

 

o