Pathetic

each day, i check my messages, praying that maybe, you commented. but you didnt. sigting through them i don't see your name. a frown crosses my face, tears slide across my eyes. i know you hate me, and i hate you too. or more like like, i hate hating you but with these thoughts, there is nothing i can make nothing i can do. so all i can hope for is that you read this diary and something will spark your attention. something worth dropping a line, anything at all. for some reason i obsess with the thought that maybe you think i have something to say. and this is all so pathetic. you aren't going to write you don't care... and you never will or would have if it wasn't for that fight. but now i persistantly read and write, hoping as hard as i might that you'll write again. not that ever a friendship could begin. there is something about me something wrong... we clash so bad, becuase well i like to think, we're kinda alike. and if you read this, i know you will laugh i know it will cause me pain if you laugh at me to me... but still i hope, that maybe... by chance, i will hear from you again. xoxo Kyelle