Disclaimer: I own nothing of digimon nor any thing related to it. I just write. For nothing, because I love it and it helps release anger and stress. Well this is my first story, done in the form of a journal. It is Davis, and how his Christmas was ruined. It goes seem angsty more then anything. So I hope you enjoy. R&R Please - Later!
Chronicles Of Someone I Onced Believed
25th of December, 2003, 10:49am
Christmas.
What is Christmas?
I don't really know to be honest. Maybe it's a time for spoiled children to get what they want, and others to spend quality time with family and friends. But I don't know. I think I hate Christmas. 5years ago…
Damn tears.
I almost… ended my… my life. Maybe I should have, now that I reflect on it. I really don't see a purpose that I serve in a family unit. I don't think I would be missed at all, even if I wanted to believe so. Hell, I know then only person that would miss me would be Hikari.
I hope.
But really, I wouldn't blame anyone for not missing me. I'm clumsy, annoying, aggravating, stupid, lame and ridiculous. Many people would say I'm not any of these, but I am. I know I am. My mind tells me so.
So I know it's true.
5 years ago, I wish I'd need it there. No more me, No more Daisuke, and I know that would save Hikari and Mom some pain if it had happened then. Why is it that people always tremble when they cry? I hate it.
I hate crying this much.
It's Christmas. Should I open presents? No, I don't deserve to, I think. I don't think I deserve much at all, to be honest. I put people through so much sorrow and turmoil, I even wonder why they forgive me? Well It's time I guess…
Tears… they run… away… just li, li, li, like…
Me.
Goodbye…
Daisuke
PS: Hikari, I know you can find better, like TJ…no, TK. That's it, TK. He seems like a good guy. I love you…
