So it looks like if I'm not completely exhausted at the end of the day, I might just write a few hundred words a day. Unlikely but possible. And if you can't tell, the entry will probably reflect my mood of the day :')


January 2nd 2017

Regina.

Ok, we both know I'm not a diary person. This is only the third entry and I think it's ridiculous, it's not like you're ever going to read it. Well I guess that's why Archie suggested I write it. Crap. Ok this sounds really dumb Regina, but I wish I could just speak to you face to face about everything. Sometimes I really just need someone to talk to that's not Archie or my mom or this damn diary.

Why, when we got back from New York did you deem our friendship over? I know you were going through some stuff, I get it, but you ignored me for weeks. You looked after Henry, obviously, and you talked to Snow and David, hell you even talked to my brother! So what was it about me that you suddenly couldn't stand?

God you were such a bitch. You know a part of me wishes that sometime you do read this, so you can see just what… Archie told me to write down everything I'm feeling, 'don't cross anything out; don't pretend you're not feeling what you're feeling'. Sometimes I think that cricket talks out his ass. In case you didn't realise, I'm in a bad mood today. Not that you noticed when I saw you at Granny's, because of course you were ignoring me. It's like you're a petulant teenager. What would it take for you to start actually acknowledging my existence? Are you waiting for another villain to terrorise Storybrooke, for our kid to be in danger before you get your head out your ass? Because at some point I won't be able to fight against your old friends, I'm getting old ffs. You just don't get it do you? You hurt me. And now with his parents not speaking, you're hurting your son.

Sometimes…

I just want to tell you to grow up.

Emma.