subject line: it took 7 months... October 31, 2015 by Hannah Brencher columbia, missouri My journal is filled with hundreds of pages of absolute nonsense that are littered with your name. Every time I felt a wave of pain I transferred it from my heart and onto the page. I trapped it in there. I never read it again. I only looked forward at the blank pages, but never back at the chaotic ones. My journal has six more blank pages left. Six pages to make jumbled conclusions. Today you posted a photo with your new girlfriend. I’m going to fill those last six pages with final nonsense littered with your name in light of recent events. Then I’m going to shut that damn novel and never open it again. I’m going to start a new journal. A fresh journal, with only blank pages. The future looks brighter not littered with your name. And I never want to look back.