Day 20

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Dear Carl,

I don't think I'm going to give you the last few notes when you get back. If you get back. Maybe I won't give you any of them. Maybe this is just a weird, twisted diary with no real meaning other than to spill stupid feelings and secrets. If it is, then that's fine, I guess.

It sorts of feels like I'm confiding in you without the embarrassment of actually telling you these things. It's like my secrets are still safe and no one is judging me, but it's off my chest.

Only, I don't understand my own secrets. I really don't understand myself.

- Ron

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