Diary,
It happened again. My happiness was torn from me.
Taken straight from my heart, a fresh batch of it too.
You couldn’t even grant me a day of happiness.
For once it wasn’t about you.
So you went,
Went to make it about you.
Well, congratulations, you succeeded.
I now realize that I will never amount up to anything.
So thank you,
Because no, I won’t amount up to anything,
Not with you here,
So goodbye. I’m leaving.
Going to make a name for myself,
Be back later.
