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…