Dear diary, the strangest thing happened. He didn't come. He didn't crawl through my window. I waited and waited. But he never came. I waited until 12:06, just in case he was arriving late. But he wasn't coming, so I went to sleep. Was he busy? Was he coming to visit someone else? Is that what he was trying to tell me last night, that he wouldn't come? Next time, I hope he comes, because it's lonely here.
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My Diary
Mystery / ThrillerThis is full of fake diary entry's written by a completely fictional character that I made up. The genre of this is creepy btw
