Dear Diary,
It feels bad to sit and realize that I'm actually alone at the end of every day. But why does it? I should be accustomed to it by now. Why can't I? I still keep hope that maybe someday its gonna be okay. And maybe I will be happy. I still try to lie to myself. That its temporary. I'll be fine. But I shouldn't. Because its the way it is. And it isn't gonna change. Giving up is the only option I have. But its not the option I want to take. I keep searching for a little bit of light in all that darkness. Now I want to stop...but a part of me still doesn't want to. I'm in an internal conflict with myself. And I'm tired.