Dear Diary...
I've decided that, when I finally fucking die, I'll become a star.
People might not see me or know that I exist. I may not be there all the time or know everything, but I'll always be there for someone in some way.
But all anybody's gotta do is point to a star & say "that's them."
I've been having a very shitty November so far & idk why I typed this.
I just know it's the result of my depressed & tired ass wanted to just sleep all of my problems away without having to worry about any consequences.
♡~K
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Dear Diary
General FictionDaily rants & vents from the perspective of a queer Gen Z teen who was cursed by being born in the 21st century [[Authors note: Tries to upload once every few days]]
