Dear Journal,

What do I even write here? I don’t want to talk to you. I want to talk to Raoul. Light, what would I even say? A lot of things that I’m sure he’d just turn back on me or misunderstand.

I’m not crazy. I have to believe I’m not crazy or I very well could be. How could he call me that? How could my sunshine make me feel so pathetic and ( Read more... )