*PRESENT DAY: 4th December, 2023*
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Dear Reader,
It was the second day of January, but it still felt like yesterday. I could only sense my humor burning away, and it was almost impossible to keep a straight face. There was much to celebrate, yet every part of me lacked enthusiasm. What's a party without cake? So, I decided to pass once more. It seemed like expectations vanished with age, and I just wanted to get through another phase because creating a long list might just hurt again. I knew I shouldn't have felt that way, but I lacked the energy to anticipate. It was a new day, and I should have been thrilled for every stage, but the challenges almost never seemed to change.
I never truly enjoyed being a teenager, and the beginning of January marked its end. I couldn't explain why, but it hit harder on the second day. I poured my ink onto every page and let people read away. They enjoyed the tales but barely grasped the underlying message. Through every page, I was screaming, "I'm not okay." They loved the lines, but the emotions felt wasted. I knew day two would end like every other day, and I wasn't even curious about tomorrow's game, even though I would have to play.
Dear Reader, On the 2nd of January 2023, I prayed. I prayed that something good would come my way.
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