October 18

Dear Diary,

Fighting, fussing, arguing. It's an endless cycle. We yelled, we fought. He hit me after I yelled at him. Every hit feels like pure bliss, like some kind of kiss. He ran upstairs and slammed the door, leaving me to my thoughts. I grabbed a bottle of Jim and am currently sipping on it. Each sip brings me back to when we first me, young reckless teenagers. Basically kids. Things were so easy then. What happened? When did things get so complicated? Why did life have to turn to shit? I just want things to be how they used to be.