Day 3

Dear Diary,

So, I have to apologise. I haven't written anything yesterday. I could say I was busy, but I'd be lying. The fact of the matter is that I kept thinking what to write to you about that I ended up writing nothing. I know it sounds dumb, but, oh well. Such is life, it works in mysterious ways. But now I have a topic. At least I think I do. I don't want to talk about myself because there isn't much to talk about, so I'll talk about someone else, someone that is now just somebody that I used to know. 

Her name was Violet. She was a good friend of mine. She was beautiful too, like you are, but in a more human way. Not in the book way. She always had colourful hair, it never stayed one simple colour. It was also sometimes long, sometimes short, but she looked great either way. She also had stunning lime green eyes. I always loved looking into her eyes since it really did look like you cut a lime in half because of the darker green outline they had. Yes, she was an absolutely stunning person in every way. We were friends since childhood, and we stuck together during the war, even if the war didn't last that long. I do miss her a lot. You sort of remind me of her. She always listened to what I had to say, even if it was just useless babble. 

I went through my backpack today for a thorough cleaning of any unneeded weight and that's how I found a photo of me and her. She looked great even on a torn to pieces piece of paper. 

I'm sorry, I can't write anymore, the thought of her is making me emotional. I know that's silly, but these days, even the slighest bit of something evokes extreme emotion. I guess it's a coping mechanism. Okay, good night for now.

Day 4

Dear Diary,

Nothing happened today. Like nothing, I barely moved from my base, I barely ate, I was barely alive, but I felt the need to say that to you. I guess I'm getting attached. In these boring days, you're sort of keeping me sane, or making me more insane, I can't tell yet. I "loled" again, as the kids would say. Anyways, have a nice day.