I want to paint a picture.
A picture with a twist.
I'll paint it with a razor blade.
I'll paint it on my wrist.
Dear Diary,
I'm supposed to express my emotions, right? Well, thats bullshit. Nobody wants to hear my emotions. They want to hear progress. People want to hear how I'm doing better, how the voices are going away, and that the medicine Tsunade perscribed is working. Bull. Shit.
No one wants to hear the truth anymore. We all want these pretty little truths that everyone conforms too, but guess what? I'm different.
Sasuke isn't the only reason I'm denying treatment, Mrs. Therapist. If I really wanted to, I could last without him. The thing is though, you're going to read this, and maybe if you care about me, even just a little, you'll be sad. I don't want to take out my anger on other people. I'm not angry at other people. I just want them to understand. Your eyes aren't caring, Mrs. Therapist. Stop trying to understand why I'm not like you. You kind of suck at it.
I'm going to get better by myself. I don't need your help, and I don't want it. Thats why I denied treatment.
Naruto never should've told, but I guess I kind of set myself up for that, didn't I?
Dear Diary,
Sasuke-kun and I are officialy dating. Maybe he did mean it when he said he loved me. Who knows? I could be happy, right?
I'm just like everyone else. I need to stop thinking that happiness is impossible. I don't need to be with him for it to be possible, but I'm getting better. Maybe I was wrong, Mrs. Therapist. Maybe I do need at least a little help.
I know this life will be a struggle for me. Sai still takes away my confidence from time to time, but Sasuke brings it back to me.
I love him.
Sincerely,
Sakura Haruno
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
1)I'm finished. Fo'cereal, this time.
2)Please review? :c
3)Goodnight, children. :D