Blank Pages.

I put away the journal Scott made me the day we broke up. I couldn't bear to look at another page- another message from him confessing his love, or stickers expressing happiness, when I no longer know what that feels like at all. This entire summer, I've put that journal away, and haven't started a new one, even though I've bought two others. I keep holding onto the hope of him changing his mind, so I can go back to my journal again. It's pathetic.