Desolate Love

Dear Diary,

It's been four years since I''ve bothered to read you or write about my life. I would say that I always felt that it was a waste of time and patience because no one will want to read about me. Anyway, I'm not here to moan about diaries or even me. I want to make sure that if anything happens to me I don't fall for stupid tricks, and think that people who really I should dispise are friends or family.

The beginning was such a long time ago, too many years for me to explain fully but then again you may know if you've read Suki's first diary. I wont get my hopes up though, there's too much pity in it, I couldn't let people in like I did at the beginning. If I did then I wouldn't be who I am now, I suppose. I should tell you the majourity of why i'm writing this but no-more.

Four years ago, a conversation is fresh in my brain, one that changed my life. Why I spoke to him at that concert I don't know but something clicked and then he changed...