As I sit in my windowsill, I think of him. Edward. Sigh. Why oh why does he hate me so? I have done nothing to deserve this! How can someone like him not like me? I mean he is beautiful; I am beautiful, what could go wrong there?
Carlisle told me he would come around. But diary that was roughly two years ago. Wow I have been a vampire for two years! Time seems to go by so fast when you can live forever, diary.
December 25, 1834I hate him diary! He has been listening in on my thoughts again! Oh how I loathe that infuriating…
December 26, 1934I am terribly sorry diary; I left you in such a rush! He came into my room as I was writing! Ah how awful! I had to sing tunes in my head, as not to let him in on my crossness. And to think he only came in to make use of my mirror! Here I thought he had finally come around and he decides he needs to fix his hair!
December 29,1934I really despise how improper vampires are diary. He should treat me as a respectable woman. Instead he treats me as though I am not present. The atrocity! I am a noticeable! Well I was when I human. But I was not half as beautiful as I am now. Surely I am more amiable now than ever. Right diary?