Dear Diary,
This morning I woke up in Nash's arms. My face was in his shoulder amd his arms were linked around my waist. I tried not to laugh as I poked his face. He was kind of adorable when he slept. I unpried myself from his arms and jumped out the bunk and got into the shower. After that I got out in just a towel and saw all the boys smirking at me. I smiled as I walked past them, grabbing clothes out of my suitcase. I picked out an oversized hoodie that was my ex's and some black and white adidas shorts and throw my hair in a bun and my glasses because I don't feel like putting my contacts in. I sat down on this bean bag and now I'm writing on you. I try to be happy today.
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Dear Diary (Magcon)
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