Dear Diary,
It’s 10:47 and I’m writing again. Mostly because the guy who is suppose to love me under appreciates me and I am hurt, which makes me miss HIM more. But also because I’m really struggling with the fact that he doesn’t see it. He thinks he is perfect.... actually most people think he is perfect. He can spoil me in whatever material items I want, he can give me all the money in the world.... but it doesn’t fill me. I am not that type of person. I need love, not gifts. I wish he understood that.