January 17, 2016

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10:26 p.m.

     Jake, I don't know if you'll find this journal again but my god, I hope you don't. I don't want you to be hurt by reading what I wrote. I know you don't want me writing in here but I can't help it. I'm so broken. I want to be better. I want to be effortlessly happy but I don't remember how I was able to do that before. I need you to help me Jake, please.

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