The diary of an Unwanted Existence

Dear Diary,

You will be the only one to ever know about me and what has led me to do the things I did.

I won’t tell you my name just know that I am simply an Unwanted Existence.

Thats all you need to know, alright?

I was never really liked by family nor less from anyone I’ve known since the day I was, you know, here.

As coldness was an emotion known to me, I slowly became numb to the actions of others whether or not they were out of kindness or spite.

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Until her.

She was the brightest and most kindest person I’ve ever seen and I believed her to like me, to cherish me to which coldness turned into something unknown and I began to feel again.

But she was taken too.

She fell in love with the beautiful, popular guy sitting in the back and so I lost her, simple as that.

Sadly, that was not the case.

She disappeared.

Before her going missing, I mustered up my courage and asked her out on a date.

She said yes and I waited for her at the intersection of her request.

She never came.

The next day, I walked to her house and rang the doorbell.

No one answered.

The days after, I repeated the whole ordeal.

But she never answered the door.

At one point I called her parents to know whether or not she was all right.

The only thing they told me was that she hadn’t answered their calls since the day I asked her out.

Isn’t that weird?

Did she run off? Was she kidnapped? What happened?

I surely walked her home, didn’t I?

She was just beside me.

Near enough for me to have known if something was wrong.

I need to find her.