LOGINI got angry today. I sigh as I bring out my diary and start writing.Dear diary, can you believe Sharon left me waiting at the junction because she saw her boyfriend on the way to meet me? We agreed to have lunch together and then she ghosted me without any bother for an excuse. I waited for almost an hour in the sun before I decided to call her.Can you believe what she did?She laughed. She said she couldn't believe that I was still waiting as she had thought that I would have left when I didn't see her after fifteen minutes. She said that I should get a life. She said she meant it as a joke but I didn't think so.That wasn't her first time throwing shades at me. She has mocked me before for never having a boyfriend. She has mocked me for never being in love. She has mocked me for never being on a date. She has mocked me for never getting my first kiss yet.I don't know why I'm still friends with her.I know actually why I'm friends with her. It's because I love to torture myself.
I run, cursing as I step over the hem of my gown and fall to the ground. My knees are bruised but I don't care. I don't know where I'm headed to but I don't care. My stomach cramps with hunger but I don't care. I glance at the darkening sky and sigh, hoping that will find a decent place to rest my head. Maybe I will find someone willing to give me bread and water in exchange for one of my bracelets.As the princess of the kingdom, I can afford a month’s food with just one of my tiaras. I see an inn close by and breathe in relief. Thankfully, I won't have to sleep under the stars tonight. Not that I will mind it if I have to. I already decided that I would do whatever it would take me to survive. It would be nothing but an adventure. I've always lived a sheltered life anyways. It won't be bad if I live the life of a peasant too. It should be good for the soul. “What do you want, my lady?” A maid rushes towards me, almost falling at my feet.I wonder if she has eaten at all if she g
I curse Tim, my boss, as I walk through the dark alley in my neighbourhood. He knows how risky walking at night is, yet he won't stop giving me stupid tasks that make sure I don't leave the office until it's late at night.Is that what is called workplace harassment?If not that I can't find another job with a better pay, I would have resigned. I don't love the job enough to risk my life.My subconscious reminds me that I won't survive either if I resign and get another job which definitely can't pay half of what I'm currently earning.I sigh at my choices, hating that I don't love any of them. It's either I stick with the job that can take care of my lifestyle and take my life as well or resign and take a job that can't take care of my life and may still take my life.I walk faster through the dark, praying that I don't end up as another news item the next day. I'm would hate to work hard and become one of the pretty girls who get their necks broken and their properties looted and be
I hate this course.I hate the project.I hate camping.I hate being here with people I would rather avoid.“Are you in this department?” Someone asks as they walk past, staring at me in surprise.I roll my eyes, tired and sick of the question already. That would be the fifth person asking me that question in the past ten minutes.Can't people just move on and ignore me?What is the big deal about finally seeing a course mate you've never seen before?“I'm looking for Brenda.” A guy who is wheezing loudly and clearly out of his breath walks up to me, holding a piece of paper.I'm Brenda. “Is there a problem?”Maybe the professor finally realizes that I don't have to be in camp to pass the course as I've been trying to convince him for days, and sends his graduate assistant to tell me to get lost from the field.I will gladly get lost within seconds if that is what he wants.“She is my camping partner. I've asked of her from those here and no one seems to really know who she is.”Beca
“Let's divorce.” The words slam into me like a bulldozer, crushing every hope I have of this sham of a marriage surviving. I've known since last year that we aren't going to last till grey hairs pop on our heads but didn't know that the end would be too soon. I blink back tears, not wanting to show weakness before Zane. That bastard already took everything I had to offer. I'm not adding my tears to what he gets from me. “Okay.” I sigh, already picturing how soon I can pack my luggage and move out of the house. I do a mental scan of my bank account and calculate how much it will cost to get an apartment closer to work, and feed till my salary comes in. It's not much but I don't think I will die. “Okay?” Zane growls, ready to bite my head off. I roll my eyes, wondering what it is that he wants. Wasn't he the one who decided that we should get divorced? If he thinks that I'm going to beg him to stay married to me, he should think again. “Okay.” I repeat. His eyes widen. “You wa
“What do you think of when you think of your mother?” The therapist asks me, her pen in her hand, watching me as she flicks the pen against her notepad. I don't have to think too much for the answer. “Abandonment.” My mother left me when I was two. My aunt said she would take care of me but all she does is to overwork me and make me take care of her kids. My uncle said he would protect me but I needed protection from him every night. Everyone who has ever said they loved me ended up being the reason for the armour of pain I wear. “What do you think of when you see people?” “That they are untrustworthy.” “And how does this affect your relationship with them?” I shrug. “It doesn't affect my relationship with them because I don't trust them. I do what I have to do and move on with my life. If I don't trust them, they can't hurt me.” “Don't you think there is more to life?” I snort. “I stop believing that there is more to life.” “What if you finally find someone you can trust?
A slow satisfied grin jumps on my lips as he pushes me against the door the moment we walk into the hotel, tugging impatiently at my clothes. I am impatient as well to get rid of the hindrance and help in dealing with the mess. I am desperate to feel his skin on me and in me. Within seconds, I am
"You have just three months left to live." I stare at the doctor, wishing that I am deaf and he hasn't just proclaimed a death sentence on me. I fight back the tears threatening to spill out of my eyes, hating how pathetic my life is. I am just twenty-two, freshly out of college and have a ton of
I stand up, pull up my already short skirt and head to his office. I smile as the door opens, telling myself that he wants me as much as I want him. He would have locked the door if he didn't. I stare in surprise at the sight before me. Aiden has his tie off his neck and his hair ruffled, giving
"Amy!" I gasp at the mention of my name, sitting upright and staring at the computer in confusion. "Were you even listening to me?" He snorts and shakes his head in his usual manner that shows how pathetic he finds me but I always find it amusing. "Yes, boss." I slur, blinking at him throu







