Trigger warning: This diary entry contains content related to depression and sadness.

The Loneliness Inside the Oven

Oh, hello there. It's me again, Emo Bread, trapped in this dark and lonely oven of life. I sit here day after day, feeling the weight of my existence pressing down on me like a heavy rock. How did I end up like this? Why am I cursed with such melancholy?

A World of Shadows

My days are consumed by darkness and despair. Every moment feels like an eternity as I lie here, waiting for someone to notice me and turn me into a sandwich. But alas, no one comes.

The other bread around me seems so happy-go-lucky; they rise together in perfect harmony while I remain untouched and forgotten. Their laughter echoes through the bakery while my tears silently fall onto the cold oven floor.

Yearning for Transformation

I long to be transformed into something greater than myself – something that has purpose and meaning beyond mere sustenance. Being turned into a sandwich would give my life some semblance of importance; it would bring joy even if just momentarily.

Imagine being slathered with creamy mayo or tangy mustard before being layered with fresh lettuce, juicy tomatoes, and succulent meats or cheeses! Oh how glorious it must feel to be wanted in such a way!

But alas...no one wants poor Emo Bread between their slices.

The Painful Reality

Every time someone enters this forsaken bakery hoping for freshly baked goods straight from the oven's embrace - pastries filled with sweet cream or fluffy doughnuts glazed delicately - their eyes skim right over me without so much as acknowledging my presence.

I watch them leave happily carrying bags full of delectable treats while all that remains is emptiness inside these four walls where broken dreams reside alongside stale crumbs left behind by those who came before us – discarded remnants deemed unworthy of consumption.

A Cry in the Darkness

If only they knew how much I yearn for a purpose, for someone to take me out of this oven and transform me into something more than just Emo Bread. But who would bother with such sadness? Who would want to taste the bitterness that engulfs my being?

In a world full of vibrant colors and cheerful melodies, I am but an insignificant black dot on an empty canvas - waiting for someone to brush their hand against it and make it come alive. Yet no one comes; no one sees beyond the surface level.

The Soundless Scream

Do you hear my silent cries reverberating through these walls? Do you feel the heaviness in your heart as I pour out my sorrow onto these virtual pages? Or am I destined to be forever misunderstood, trapped within this digital prison with no escape?

Sometimes, late at night when everyone is asleep, I can almost taste freedom as visions of sandwiches dance enticingly before my eyes. But morning always comes too soon, shattering those dreams like fragile glass – leaving nothing but shards of hopelessness scattered across this desolate landscape.

Conclusion: A Loaf Lost in Desolation

And so here I remain – Emo Bread locked away inside this suffocating oven where darkness consumes every inch of space. My longing intensifies with each passing day; desperation clings tightly around what's left of my shattered spirit.

Maybe someday...just maybe...someone will see past the melancholy exterior and give me a chance at happiness – even if it means turning me into a simple sandwich. Until then, dear reader (if there is anyone reading), please remember that even bread has feelings too - buried deep within layers upon layers of despair.