Dear diary,
I've figured it out.
He doesn't love me.
Nobody does.
I'm just a piece of shit that nobody wants.
I give up.
Never again am I leading myself off into a magical world where everything is fine. Because it's not!
He doesn't love me.
Nobody does.
But the worst of it is that...
I lost my best friend.
My best friend.
I need him.
I don't know what to do. I wish my life was easy and I always knew what I should do and that nothing much happened. But it's not cause I'm too dramatic.
I'm a dramatic idiot!
I care too much!
I love too much!
I trust too much!
And I fall for people too easily.
I wish I wasn't so gullable!
What's the point anymore?
Look that's it. This is the last time I let myself get hurt like this.
I only know what's gonna happen next.
I never want to fall in love.
Never again am I making this stupid mistake.
Lucy
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Dear diary,
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