Dear Diary,
Today I was writing my first song, Undiscovered. I didn't have a guitar. I snuck around the bus trying to find the guitar until my eyes laid upon sitting on the floor. I picked it up and sat down on the bean bag. As I always did, I stummed the notes, singing alon, closing my eyes getting into the song, changing things along the way. When I finished I opened my eyes, revealing all the guys crowded around me, watching me. They were all standing around with me with shocked expressions plastered across their faces. I tried not to smile as I pushed past their clapping hands.
I slept with Nash last night. Not slept, but like slept. I slept on the inside.
I woke up before him so I awkwardly climbed over him.
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Dear Diary (Magcon)
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