April 6, 20XX
Dear Diary,
Hah. What a dumb-dumb. I lowkey wanna go to the backyard then bury myself there. ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ
I was actually biting my nails as I dialed the given number. I thought it was just a fancy scam. (Heh, I was just curious for cheesecakes' sake!)
I am even surprised I managed to drop a “hello”. And it felt like my organs shook and my spines started doing random stunts when someone chuckled. (Why?!)
And my thumb immediately moved to end the call when someone named 'Nathan' dropped an introduction. I was nervous. I mean, I am extremely nervous.
P. S. AND I AM NEVER CALLING THEM AGAIN.
P. P. S. (ノಥ,_」ಥ)ノ彡┻━┻
Embarrassed,
Samantha
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