Dear Diary,
I'm going to go ahead and apologize for this entry before I write it; it may come off a bit depressing. Today was yet another slow day that yielded nothing but loneliness. Not even training brightens my day anymore. So, I decided to give poetry a shot. Nothing's more romantic than poetry and I was thinking that maybe trying my hand at it would help alleviate my pain. You know what? It did help a bit. Without further delay, allow me to share the fruits of my venture into literature.
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Love to hate,
Trust to betrayal,
All are such things of life.
It isn't much and I don't think I'm proud of it but it is my first attempt. I hope I get better at this kind of stuff. Maybe then I can get Ash to forgive me for yelling at him. That way I won't feel as bad when I tear into him about his little 'date'.
Your personal poet,
Misty