In writing a letter there must be the one who wrote it. But how will you know if the person who's giving you the letters is really a person?
You never see him, never hear him. How can you trust the person behind the closed, old, creepy door?
Vivian...
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Dear Diary,
Si Ate Sarah ang nagdala sakin ng pagkain. She acted as if nothing happened last night. I asked her pero ang sagot niya ay hindi niya raw alam ang mga sinasabi ko.
Nothing in this place is fun anymore. I knew it, alam ko na may mali talaga dito hindi dahil sa luma na itong lugar kundi dahil– nevermind.
I can hear voices. I can't eat, sleep, the tapping is getting on my nerves. I wanna leave, I wanna go, I can't breathe.
Parang sumisikip na dito. I'm tired of seeing the same room every day, doing the same thing every day. I miss my friends.
