Chica's Diary

Entry Eighteen

Dear diary

I'm putting myself into storage. I don't know when I'll be out...

Hey, maybe when they fix me, they'll be able to fix whatever's going on with my emotions and my stupid wish for affection. If they don't, all I know is that it's possible I might end up develop a crush on one (or worse, all three) of the guys and end up getting my heart shredded into tiny little shards.

I'll see you when I'm out... hopefully...

Chica

@-_Bx

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