Journal Entry
I was so weak before you came along. You saw through my front, you reached through to my core. I wish I could tell you how I felt before we parted ways. I'm so full of regrets, with no one to vent them to.
The yellowed book sat open on the bed, its blank pages inviting even more confessions. Lilly chewed on the end of her pen, uncertain what else to write. There were so many words to say, none of which she could translate into sentences. It felt good to release her pent-up frustration though, so she pressed on.
I'm sorry I snapped. I know I said that she was stealing from us, and I still believe it was either her or that kid. But that wasn't just why I did what I did. I saw the way everyone looked at her. The way they adored her. What did they see in her that wasn't in me? I took charge, I helped keep us alive. She did next to nothing to aid in our survival. What did you all like so much about her?
She rolled over onto her back in exasperation. Staring up at the dingy ceiling, her eyes burned with the familiar sting of tears.
Nothing I did was ever enough.