Dear Diary,

I've gone mad.

I've been in a coma for a week now.

I imagined it.

Almost everything.

Will never asked me out. When I asked him, he stared into my eyes and said, "What are you talking about?"

He picked up my heart, threw it on the ground stomped on it, threw that into a volcano, collected the ashes and dipped them in acid and to top it all of he spit on the remains.

That' show my heart feels. I ran away crying. He called after me. I ignored him.

What's wrong with me?

With lots of pain,

Rosemary :(

P.S I hate life. I think I'll commit suicide soon...