Faking Diary Entries

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So, the conversation with Brandon and Jess went down well. (I think... we aren't as close as before, but I guess they prepared to cut me out of their lives when I found out or something.) However, it has lead me to look at my other friends, because if Jess did plan to cut me out of her life, then there must have been quite an internal conflict. (I hope.) This has made me realise that everyone has internal battle they are preparing for/facing all the time.
So, (I like using the word 'so' a lot don't I? Conjunctions in general) everyone must be incredibly strong to be facing these battles all the time. So, I looked at my friends and see them fighting with themselves as we talk about boy or school (petty teenage things like that - you get the idea). I feel like this makes people even more amazing then I already thought. To be honest (which I do quite a lot around here)
I sort of realised this a while age when a person (probably the person I now consider my best friend - sorry Jess but you did snog Brandon while I was dating him) I know told me that he had depression. I had known him for years and I didn't even realise that he, along with every one else on this blue and green planet, had problems just like I had problems. (So I realised that other people had different problems, I hadn't gotten as far as realising that those problem effected people.) I realised this when I was 12. (I know 12 is young to have depression, but his family died in a house fire the year before - and that does things to an 11 year old.)
I don't mind being overly aware of other people. To be honest I love it. Because it makes me feel normal. I don't tell people why this makes me feel normal, and I'm not about to start - especially after last time. (And I'm not going to tell YOU, I have no idea who you are - so I most certainly don't trust you enough to tell you.) I just see my problems as well as others. (Maybe that's why I'm so popular - the fact that I can understand people without having to understand them.) (...I don't think other people will understand me.)

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Hello Dear Flowers,
How are you all?
I really should edit these chapters shouldn't I?
Also, there's such a thing as a Vampire Squid.
Spoiler, it's not a Vampire,
Or a squid...
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Love ya.
Heather x.