LOTM Voting
Well, I tried giving people a few more days to enter, but no one did, so voting starts now on what I DO have. I'd like to thank every that entered, and wish everyone good luck!
(On a side note, only ONE of these was really what I was looking for, but since you don't really vote on ONE person, I decided to throw the rest up).
Standard rules apply, do not vote for yourself, or if I find out you're telling people to vote for you, you're disqualified.
Entry 1:
Entry 2:
Entry 3:
Well, I tried giving people a few more days to enter, but no one did, so voting starts now on what I DO have. I'd like to thank every that entered, and wish everyone good luck!
(On a side note, only ONE of these was really what I was looking for, but since you don't really vote on ONE person, I decided to throw the rest up).
Standard rules apply, do not vote for yourself, or if I find out you're telling people to vote for you, you're disqualified.
Entry 1:
Dear Diary,
I used to wonder what it’d feel like to be in love until it happened. The moment when I was finally riding the rollercoaster that everyone had been talking about. Finally I was climbing the hills and plunging downward at rapid speeds until I felt scared and sick. Yet, when all of that finally ends, you feel so broken. I felt broken. Never before had I plummeted so low, so fast. He had stolen my heart and crushed it into molecular pieces before I even knew it was missing. And I find myself in my bed, haunted in my sleep by the memories of him. I sit in the shower, surrounded by tiles and curtains, begging the water to rinse away this hurt and this pain. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror, to see the failure that no one can possibly love.
I begin to wonder how I could’ve been so blind. Was it the way he looked at me like I was the most valuable person in his world? Could it be the way he touched me, as if I was fragile and delicate? Maybe even the way he kissed me; soft and sweet. I wonder if maybe I just wanted love too badly. I wanted it so much that when the slightest essence of it presented itself, I grabbed onto it as fast as I possibly could. And now I lay here with this hole in my chest, wondering what on earth I could’ve possibly been thinking. Maybe I wasn’t thinking at all.
Sincerely,
Me
Entry 2:
You may think that love is all about that right guy finds that right girl, and they ride off in the sunset, swooning for one another. That, to be quite honest, MAKES ME SICK! Why?! Because no one has ever loved me! (And my relatives don't count, Larry) Ok... I'll be honest. I'm another nameless 16 something nerd, who likes things that bleep and lulz at "MAH BOI!" and stupid stuff like that! Kids make fun of me, throw things at me, get into fights with me (I WON!) and most painful of all, not one Girl ever loved me. EVER! Guess what they say about being biased is true, I guess. There was one girl, who I had thought I loved, but she never felt the same way!...
I can't say anything bad about her though... She, a lot like me, was a nerd (No Cameldasen there, my friend) and from the country, like myself... We were best of friends. We did stupid little favors for one another. We would lend each other lunch money, buy little gifts, and a hand shake (A special one...) or two. Then came time for her to head back home... I remember helping loading her Grandmothers car. I was holding back tears. Not just tears of fear, but tears of rage... rage at myself, and at her. Her, of all people, going away and leaving me behind... After loading her Grandmothers car, I started to walk away, she said very silently, holding back tears...
"Why? Why are you angry?"
"...Why would you care? You’re the one leaving."
"But- I have to go. I can't live away from my family forever. You have to understand.
I turned to her... I looked at her. She was in tears... Silent little tears. I had realized, "Maybe she doesn't love me, but "She is my best friend! And I am her best friend! I can’t blame here for something she can’t control… Besides, no mater what, we will always be together... In our dreams, our hearts... and in our memories. I held her and gave her a tight hug
"Take care of yourself."
She gave a little chuckle and she smiled.
"Thank you, for understanding."
She hopped into her car, and it sped away. I waved weakly as the little car disappeared from sight.
Maybe she didn't love me, but she was pretty damn close to it. I laughed. I knew it.
Entry 3:
There are things I wish I could say, to you.
Along with things I wish I could do, for you.
I guess what I'm really trying to say..
Is that I truly care about you.
All of the fun we had.
The moments we shared.
Things that really mattered.
but only when when we both still cared.
I miss your care.
I miss your embrace.
But since the feeling's not mutual,
Is this pointless to chase?
I still want to be,
The perfect one for you,
But I can only do that,
If you truly want me to.
I hope you can forgive me,
For what happened in the past,
Even though it all technically,
Went by so very fast.
I offer my hand.
This love for you.
I pray that it may withstand.
