Dear Diary,
I can't take this. You don't bother talking to me all day. I legitimately want to cry because you are ignoring me. You wanted to leave so you didn't have to spend forever at work. You probably haven't eaten, and when I ask you what you want to eat you'll tell me anything because you're starving, but won't tell me anything more then that. Then you'll play your games, and ignore me. Get mad when I want to show you something because I'm bothering you. It's like dating him all over again. I'm sick of falling in love with my friends, because then I see how horrible they can truly be, and how they no longer care about me, or might never have.