Eponine

Diarys and Graves

Today I buried my thoughts.
I took my notebook diary and notes that Clay will never
read and buried them where we used to sit on the hill last
year.
I sang my four trademark songs while doing it.
On My Own (Les Miserables)
You Must Love Me (Evita)
Do You Hear the People Sing? (Les Miserables)
Little People (Les Miserables)

I miss him so much... In case you couldn't tell, this's
going to be a pretty depressing, poor-me diary. Sorry, it's
the only way I know to write.