Dear Journal,
I can't believe it. Today was my birthday, and, like all paranoid people, I knew something bad was going to happen. Obviously, something did: my daughter found out something that I feared would one day happen. Since my daughter is Homunculus, like her parents, she has special abilities, including the power of telepathy. And using this, she found out that Alphonse, the one who I loved more than anything in this world, is in love with my best friend.
So many men have hurt me. Every single one I've ever met. What did I do? Did I do something wrong? I guess God created me to be a scapegoat of man's immorality. Heartbreak, betrayal, all of it aimed at my small heart; I doubt I even have one now.
First, my family dies. Then, me and my friends seem to "take turns" dying in a hospital bed. Next, I find out that everything I once knew to be true was all a facade. And now, this...
I can't blame Al that he's in love with Cris. She's so pretty; I truly envy her for her looks. Plus, whenever I felt bad, she'd always make me smile again. What guy wouldn't love a girl like that? Maybe I should've let that last syringe take me. Maybe I should've let Cris kill me that day in the lab. She'd be considered a hero after all. For me, at least. I just wish that before the day I die, I'll hear someone say those three small words. My heart will stop, but the smile will remain...
Iselyn de Avalon Community Member 
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and Y would he like me in the first place!
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