Dear diary,
I'm sat in my kitchen writing this, a hot cup of tea by my hand and no one in my house. You see let me tell you that even the most valued friendships can be left in ruin. It doesn't bother me, however I am irked by self loathing and a slight distaste is left in my mouth.
I have asked the question as to where did it go wrong? But then I realised this is life and not one thing in it can go right.
I don't hate them. I'm sure they could say the same, or maybe different. Either way it doesn't matter much.
To those whom I need not concern myself with, have fun with what you have, it's my time to move on from this stage of life.
Anyway I'm gonna go diary.
It's been fun.
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Diary Of A Lost Cause
Non-FictionThis is a story. A story about my life, and what a great misery it has been.
