Dear Diary,
You have to believe me. I didn't make him do it. I was so appalled to see all the pandemonium, more than Heather's "suicide" even. I think it was because he blew himself up. Oh how it was horrible, terrible. I loathe the person who made him do that, but maybe it was him, by himself. First Heather, then him, I don't think I can stand it anymore. But Heather was different, she had so much joy in her life, but then we could have said that it was hard being the head of the most popular cliché in school, as she had said once. I am forlorn with out J.D. he was my only reason for living, not that I am going to kill myself. I feel so desolately alone, it scares me. I know that the phrase, "You never know how much you love someone until he's gone." I never knew how true that is. I didn't think I would miss him so much. He did say once that he loved me but only came to see me to shoot me. Maybe it was I; maybe me faking my death by hanging made him do it, maybe he really did love me that much. I loved everything about him, especially the way he was so articulate. Yes he was always oppressive and always got what he wanted, and yes those "Ich Louge" bullets actually mean "I'm lying." And yes I was in remorse with the true blue stuff, but how I need him back right now! How I miss him. He was so unlike any of the guys the Heathers set me up with. That's why I loved him, he was so different. I was definitely expecting this though, him and his father had taken so many lives, it was bound to happen. I cant write anymore, my emotions are driving me mad
Until tomorrow,
Veronica Sawyer