'Dear Diary - too cliché.
Dear me - too narcissistic.
Dear H... - too hard to bear.

This is odd. The psychologist gave me this diary but I don't know what to do with it. I don't need it.

I. Am. Fine.

I don't have anything to write, my life has been destroyed but I'm okay. Writing what I feel won't help me. It won't erase what happened, nothing will ever erase this.

This freaking diary is just a waste of my time! Nothing will ever be like before! I'll never find happiness again. My life has been ruined, everything is dead inside of me; I just have to deal with that now.

The doctor told me to write my emotions, but what can I write if I feel nothing? What can I write if my mind and heart are just numb?

I would rather feel something! I would rather deal with my emotions than feel empty. But I guess my mind knows what the best is for me. It knows that if I face my emotions, I'll never be able to get back on my feet. The overwhelming emotions would kill me. The only way my mind found to protect myself was to block all of those feelings. This is my mind's coping mechanism.

It has been twenty-one days since the incident. My life came to an end this very day. Now I'm just floating around barely breathing, my heart barely moving in my chest. And I have to learn how to live with it.'

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Hi !

Just a few words to say that everything from inside this book come from my imagination. If there's any similarity with other stories or characters, it's only a coincidence.

There will probably be loads of grammar and spelling mistakes as English is not my first language so tell me and I will correct them as soon as I can.

Negative comments won't be answered, except if they are constructive (and between us, what's the point in posting a negative comment if it's not constructive, if you don't like the story don't read it, it's as simple as that).

Plagiarism isn't allowed.