A/N: Awwwwww, I love all of you! Even if you didn't review, I still love you. Thank you for enjoying my first chapter so much. I know, I know, alot of you are probably wondering why I decided to write an angst/drama instead of my usual humour or parody or adventure stories. Well, to tell you the truth, I need a story to write when I'm in the mood for angst. I'll even write it when I'm feeling hyper, it's a good chance to look into my own soul ... hold on before I get all philosophical. Screw the philosophicality! Is that even a word? Well now it is. Enjoy chapter two of Misa's diary.

Disclaimer: ... I'm not Taco Hell, so don't sue me. I don't own Death note, and you already know that.

Entry 2:

Dear diary,

There's just way too much going on for me to explain it all. Yesterday night, I invited Light to come to bed with me. It was just a plain invitation. He turned it down and acted like I was some cloun from the freakshow! What a jerk! When I went to bed, I hid under my covers. I couldn't take it. I cried. I cried so much...

But now I've come up with my solution. Crying is not it. I need to fight back. I'm not going to be pushed around so much. If this page has a few corners torn off, then please forgive me. Wait, no! I don't need to ask for forgiveness from anybody! I'm empty. There's nothing left for me to do, because I can't cry anymore. There's life I want to see, joy I want to feel... but neither of these can be achieved if I stay, or if I just lay down and take the stompings. Heaven, lend me the strength to show no mercy, and to stand up straight and love myself. Me and Mochi had a good talk this morning, and I tried to bring up how much I really like everyone to see his reaction. He just "pfft"'d me. I'm wondering about the faithful feelings he once non-verbally claimed to have. I thought he was a friend. But now...

They all just consider me a game, to be played or not to be played, to be won or lost, to own or just to toss out the window of a speeding car.

Fighting back is my only option. I can't cry any longer. There's no tears left to cry. I hate... I... I hate Light.

Signed, Misa Amane.

A/N: Well, this was written in under five minutes. But I needed to calm down. A trip to the newly opened mall, blasting Weird Al Yankovic and nothing but his parodies and polkas all the way there and back... Yeah. I needed to calm down. But thanks for reading my second chapter! Love you all very much. Review!