A/N: Ah, these chapters all suck, seriously. I really wish I could've given you something better, but for now, you'll have to settle with this.
I'll try to update sooner, but my mind keeps wandering from one thing to another. It's very distracting. I'm going to up it on the angst leter. Still don't know how long this fic'll be. I know how I'll end it, I just don't know how long it'll take to get there. FML. So hard.
I die now.
Hey there, new journal. I'm Richard Grayson-Wayne. Nice to meet you!
...
Wait. What am I doing? Nevermind that.
In this journal, I will now be keeping record of the next two months of my life. I probably won't write every single day, but I'll jot down everything important that does happen.
I'm not telling Bruce or Alfred about this. I couldn't possibly do that. They've been too good to me. I owe them my life.
Well, the other day, I found out that Wally is possibly cheating on me. He called me during dinner, asked if I want to go to some fair with him, like he claimed we did last week, and ended up calling me 'Jessica.' I hung up. Nothing more happened that day. Except crying. Lots and lots of crying.
Today, I ended up in Central City, so we could go to the Cave today, and I saw him kissing some girl. Could she have been Jessica? I could feel my heart shatter in my chest. I ran into some woods, found a zeta-beam, and went straight to my room once I got to the Cave. Lucky for me, we had no missions.
I had been crying my eyes out, amazed that I hadn't died of dehydration, when Wally knocked on my door. Had I been upset about something else, involving somebody else, I would have cried in his arms, but, alas, it was about him, so I could do no such thing.
I let him in, lied and said that I was just tired, and then I slept with him.
...Actually, that sounds kinda really wrong. Let me rephrase that.
I convinced him to stay, and while he took a nap, I continued on with my pitiful crying. I don't know, I guess...he just...means so much to me. Even though I should've kicked him where the Sun don't shine.
I couldn't stay in for any longer, so I left him a note, telling him that I was doing stuff, and he found me in the training room. He asked if I wanted to hang out later, and I had to politely decline. Strangely, there was nothing going on with the team, though they were surprisingly quiet. Weird.
I left the Cave, went back to Gotham, and bought this journal. Now, I'm writing in it.
This journal, should by no means, end up in plain sight, or in the Cave. If I do find you, my journal, where you should not be, whomever is responsible will be severely punished... Maybe...? Actually, it depends who it is.
Currently partaking in: Writing in this journal, mourning over a great loss, about to go shopping with Alfred
Eating: Nothing
Drinking: Nothing
Time of year: Winter, two and a half weeks into January.
Additional notes: Man. What a crappy way to start the year.