March 1st

My love had left me. I sit alone in the dark and wonder “what have I done?”

March 2nd

I try to think “I am free without them. They stopped me from enjoying life.” But I know I do not believe this.

March 3rd

I can’t stop thinking of them. Everything sad, happy, sweet, deceitful, all reminds me of them.

March 4th

I miss their warmth but also loath their voice.

I am angry at their betrayal. They left me with no hope or smile.

March 5th

Spring is coming. The world changes and so will I. I will be a happier, sweeter, more optimistic version of myself.

March 6th

They are merely a bad memory in which I will hide in the back of my brain forever. I do not need to tie myself to them or what they have done to me. I will be free of them for once and all.

March 7th

I run free. The wind in my hair. The wind whispering my name. I run farther and farther until I forget of my troubles.

March 8th

I have already forgotten their voice. I have never felt more immortal. I could run for days and never grow tired. And I will. I will leave this place of nightmares and bad memories. This place of betrayal and neglect. I will leave and find a place of freedom, happiness, myself.