Dear Diary,
Once again, I return. Once again I am plagued by fear. When am I not? Truly, when will my heart and mind bind together and spare me from fear? Fear of what? Fear of the unknown, of course. That is what I fear most, besides my mother and- eyes. I fear I'll forever be lovable. What a theme. I wound if all my fears will surround the absence of love? Probably, probably not? Who knows? No one, maybe? How should I know. I wound if I'll find love. Find the one who will hold me in their arms and whisper sweet words in my ear, even if they whisper sweet nothings. It's a step up from my life now. You try liveing with a witch for 17 years, I dear you.
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Nobeays' thoughts and such
RandomHere I'll write pit my thoughts, kinda like a dear? I will write about stories I have ideas for and ask questions on what to do or how to improve them. I'll also write about myself and the world around me.
