Dear Diary,

Like..I know my life isn't interesting, but since I have nothing to do, I might as well rant. ::sobsob::
I feel so deeply for this one special guy, I would carve my heart out with a plastic knife just for him. Not being able to see him is suffocating the air out of my punctured lungs. He wrote me a beautiful poem:

" Baby, my grumpy pea. You make me feel like I could stab myself a thousand times in the same spot just for you. Baby, my grumpy pea. I'd drink the most vile poison if it would make your eyes deep and smoky like Rimmel Extra-Lengthening Mascara. Baby, my grumpy pea. I scrap my wrist with this butter knife in memory of your DARK DARK love. "

I feel like he's too good for me and it's eating my soul. I feel so deeply for him, not even my black nails can compare to the dark pain it causes inside.

.....My heart is weeping black tears of blood.