Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. —William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream Dear Diary, Visions of soulless eyes haunt me while I sleep. Memories of the same haunt me while awake. I cannot escape the evil I have done, albeit unintentional. Whether intended or not, the results are the same; I've destroyed the lives of others, and in so doing destroyed my one chance at love. If a heart can fall in love, what does it fall into when that love is lost? Does it fall into grief, or something darker, perhaps? I fear I'll never climb out of this pit in which my heart now lives. The simple comfort of hope has been denied me, and I weep for the days yet to come. OCEAN PULLED OFF my blankets, and cold air assaulted my underdressed body. "Go away." I drew my pillow over my head and scrambled to find a corner of the blanket to reclaim, but she'd removed it from my bed entirely.
