guys doing dairy entry on topic
a day when everything went wrong
any one want to share his her wrok most welcome
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Dear Diary,
It's been a long time that I smiled properly. I don't know what it means to be happy. I know I may sound pessimistic, but that's how it is. Everything went wrong that day.
I wrote a poem about my grandpa. And if I recall correctly, I was too sad to move my pen. It's not like I don't wanna write, but his smile keeps popping in my mind. The smile he had was so soothing that I forgot all of my worries. But then, the next day I wake up, he's lying on his bed, motionless. I thought he must've been exhausted or something and went for a nap. When I came back from the market, I couldn't believe my eyes. Mom, Dad and Grandma were crying. I discovered that he's was dead.
Despite of that, I wanted to improve my mood the next day. I was so shocked that I didn't cry at all. It's all dark; lonely and despondent. I couldn't eat, sleep or focus on studying. All I did was stare in the blank space for hours.
Time is a great healer, isn't it? Now, all I have is his memories.