March 25 It has been ten days since that horrible night. Ten days since my world crumbled, and my heart shattered into a million pieces. It has been ten days since my life ended. I have been unfaithful to you, Dear Journal, because I could not bear to think. And I knew if I opened you, it would be to spill the rest of my broken heart. It was so awful. I will never forget it as long as I live. It is fresh in my mind every waking hour. The memories invade my dreams, whenever I close my eyes.