Seven's Dear Diary

Personal shit: Aight so i am doing jack shit today exept talking to my gf. She is everything i made this for her Roses are redViolets aren't blueI just can't help but to think about you. Your smile so brightSelf-esteem so low.Yet your beautiful eyes

Dear Diary, I don't know what's worse: pointing fingers at each other or blaming both of ourselves accountable for what happened and too ashamed to be the first one to address the problem.