My dear readers…I’m afraid that my ability for eloquence has been stolen from me through the sheer force of heartbreak. I suppose I can only blame myself, though the pain of losing him alone is too much to bear.
When I spoke to Romeo, he admitted to me his transgressions. Hearing the words from his lips was almost too much to bear. I had noticed a change in him, how suddenly I became bothersome to him rather than the object of his affections, but never thought…I suppose I had been rather foolish, looking back on it.
I got no apology from Romeo, and he confessed his love for another. Then, he rejected me. It pains me to write it…he said he chooses her.
O, cruel fates! How you mock me so callously, tempting me with the promise of love, only to snatch it from my fingers!
Dejected, I returned to the sorority house only to find that a gathering would be going on that night. I told them what had transpired between myself and Romeo, and they cursed his name, telling me to attend the party that night and try to “have a good time.”
So, I went. And, my dear readers, I’m not proud of what happened next. I went to the party and discovered the large reservoir of alcohol that was provided, and resolved to get very drunk to forget all that happened that day. I drank one glass of beer, and my resolve vanished. My emotions unleashed themselves, and my tears fell rapidly and loudly. Margaret and Rachel took me back to my room and comforted me.
O, readers, of one thing I am sure. The passion of my love for Romeo has descended into hatred. And while I may wish that he would love me again, his deception has hurt me so that all I can do now is curse his name, curse his new love, and pray for my return to Verona, where I can forget all about him.