dear diary
this is my forty-seventh week in high school and my hands are heavy.
i managed to make a video call with becky.
she had changed her hair colour.
and she looked so crazy to me.
so i blink several times to be sure what i just saw.
becky: you look like you faint every moment now
me: that's because you look like a Christmas tree!
becky: is that a bad thing or...?
me: i'm not sure if it is, but i hope you're having a green date
becky: you're funny
me: and you're not
becky: so you think i should ask him on a date?
me: no, i think you should marry him
becky: you know i would do it
me: then go for it!
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Fallen Girl
Short StoryMary's dead. But she's still breathing. That's the problem. TRIGGER WARNING: DEADLY DISEASE, HARD TOPICS LIKE DEATH AND HEARTBREAK!!!
