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Dear diary,

I am depressed. Again. I don't know what's wrong with me. Seriously. I chose Stefan, by the way. Last night, I went to the Salvatore Boarding House and told Damon that I am choosing Stefan. Damon looked at me, didn't say a word, and left. He texted Stefan this morning that he understands and that he's going to Atlanta, Georgia.

On one hand, I am happy. Finally, after all this time, I can call myself happy. Even though I am a vampire. Even though the Originals are still alive. I am happy.There's one thing: Damon doesn't share my happiness. I miss him, diary. I miss him so much! And I know that I shouldn't be saying this, but I'm not a hundred percent happy. And it's killing me. How can I be so disgraceful? So unthankful to Stefan for forgiving me? Diary, I wish you could talk, so you can tell me what to do. I can't talk about this to anyone but you. Bonnie and Caroline would freak out - I can already hear them "Elena! Come on! How could you think of Damon when you have Stefan?" with special accent on their names. I can't handle it anymore.

I want Damon. I tried to fight my feelings so hard, but I can't anymore. I love Damon. The problem is that I want and love Stefan also. If I was Bonnie, I'd react the same way like she does. Stefan is safe. Stefan is the "right" way. But how can she understand what's right? Because I don't feel like it is. Everytime we kiss, I think of Damon. Of the one kiss that I loved the most. The one in the hotel in Denver. It was so beautiful...So full of passion and love. From both sides. I love him and he loves me.

Sex isn't even an option. Poets call it "making love", I call it "do-your-duty-to-Stefan". I hate having sex with him. I don't even get orgasms anymore, because I'm so stressed out. And Stefan... I don't know if he's noticing anything.

I'm sure that if I chose Damon, the roles would be reversed. The problem is that I love both of them and I can't choose.

Now I see Katherine's point. She couldn't choose either. I feel bad, you know, for being such a bitch to her. What's up with her anyways? Oh well...

Anyways, gotta go. I guess I can't live without having both of them by my side. I need to talk to Damon. I need to know how he's doing. Even though he'll just be cynical and all, I need to see him.

Thanks, diary, for listening to me.

Forever yours,

Elena Gilbert

Elena ran outside, jumped in her car and drove. With tears in her eyes, she drove all the way to Atlanta. As a vampire, she didn't have the need of sleep, or bathroom breaks. She looked up Damon, and she found him in a bar, completely wasted, of course. She went over there and she kissed him.

And honestly, I don't know how this story ended. Because it's a never ending story.