Dear Diary,

So, you’re back.

All the months of consoling myself, telling “It’s okay!” just evaporates before a call.

In the dreams of the past, I was the hero.

Life is so funny sometimes, full of irony.

Now, you tell me I play the villian in the eyes of people who don’t know me.

I smile and accept.

People so conveniently erase their bad memories. But, life presents me a box of these memories to carry around for my remaining years and I accept. Why?

What am I writing? Is this prose or poem?

Why am I writing it?

I hit my fist in the wall and curl into a fetal position.

I stand numb as I watch mymost precious emotions being sold off by my mind.

Love. Life. Happiness. Dreams. All are rarely the same.

Go to sleep now or go out and smile.

Go and work now andmake people proud.

Go and die now and get rid of all nonsense.

Go and live and…

Go and live and see what comes next down the road.

Yeah, I’m gonna do that.

But, Ha! Ha! Ha! Life. You played a cruel game.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Two rings and I pick up. Why?

Heart, stop yourself. Yes, do your work of pumping blood and let the mind do the actions.

Mind, stop yourself. Yes, do your actions and stop numbing yourself and don’t let that heart dude take over.

Life, you’re funny and cruel. I said that before, didn’t I? Well, it deserves a second mention.

You give hopes and dreams of a perfect future to someone who desperately needs it.

You let him feel he has it all.

You, then, take it all away, leaving him broke and shattered.

As he proceeds and self destructs, you watch sildently.

You don’t even lend him a shoulder to cry on.

You let him try and regain sense and just when he is about to, you play the funniest and the cruelest joke.

You make him, I mean, force him to destroy his own hopes and dreams and let the world watch as he portrays the villian.

Ha! Ha! Ha! Wasn’t it funny? Guess not.

But still. Ha! Ha! Ha!

So, you’re back.

Yours,

McVeggie Burger

I didn’t get one today.

Ha! Ha! Ha!