Dear Diary,

dear diary, merry christmas

Dear Diary, 

Today's Christmas Eve. I probably won't be writing to you tomorrow. Maybe it won't be for a while. Things haven't been so bad, Diary. Actually, to be honest, I've been more sad lately than anything. Im not annoyed or angry with anyone. I'm just really sad. This Christmas is going to be absolute shit without everyone. I don't even want presents, Diary. I just want to buy her presents and I want him to go shopping with me. I wish I wasn't such a bitch, Diary. I miss them. I miss her. I didn't think I would. Things got so out of hand. Learn from my mistakes. Treasure everything you have because once they're gone. They're gone. There's no getting it back. You can't really learn from anything, can you? Sometimes I forget you're a diary and not something real. Maybe if she was here I could talk to her like I talk to you. God I never realized how much I love her. 

Merry Christmas, Diary.

or an okay christmas. 

-Randy.