Ok, this will be the first entry for my new writing series... It's pretty much different journal entries and letters written by the characters of Naruto, now that that's done
Here we go:

Cold...I know that the sun is up... everyone's smiling... but it's so...cold. That light only brings back the pain. The memory. And why are they smiling? How could they be so happy when... when I feel this... pain. This darkness. It hurts. It hurts so much. So much... why couldn't I stop him? He said I was his friend... yet... yet... Why? Why couldn't I stop him? Why did he leave? Why? Why couldn't I keep my promise... Why didn't he stay... Why did he try to kill me?

Why...

If I am truly his friend I should have stopped him.
If he is truly my friend he should have stayed here.
Is...? Was...? I am not sure... why?
Is. I... I hope.
He was like my brother...
And I failed him...I failed. I'm a failure. I never did anything right. And then,
then... I go off and fail him. Fail everyone. Look at me.
Look... I can't even write his name here!
No, I can... I can... it hurts. I want to...
Forget. This is just a dream and I'm going to wake up.
I'll open my eyes and he... I still can't write his name... why?
I'm losing my train of thought. I have to write this down before I forget.
I want to forget and remember. Is that possible? I don't care. But why?
Why don't I care? And, if... if I am truly his friend... why would he try to kill me?

He said breaking bonds... ties... they make you strong. Then why am I still alive? Why...

Why didn't he kill me? He tried to kill me... he did... maybe he thinks I'm dead.
He used his Chidori on me. Kakashi Sensei... he said you do not use something like that on your comrades... Didn't he?
But... I... I used my Rasengan... it was wrong. I was wrong...
Was I? But, it was different...
No... no it wasn't. I had a thirst. A thirst for his blood. Why?
He was... he... he is my friend...
I didn't want to kill him, he wanted to kill me... I shouldn't have...

It was wrong. But he's gone. I failed.

But... he cried for me... I felt it... I heard it... he cried.

Why? If he wanted to kill me... why? I want... I need to find out... and...

I need to save him. But, how do you save some one from themselves when they do not wish to be saved?
I just want him back...
I'll open my eyes... and he'll be back.
But my eyes are open.

This is not a dream.

He's gone.

Sasuke's...gone...