dear diary
i got in a fight with my best friend this morning. well, not really a fight. i was being selfish and he was trying to prove me wrong. i don't think that's much of a fight. it happens a lot, just not with him. he knows i get hurt easily and i know he doesn't want me to be hurt. so then he comforts me after i start to understand i fall apart so quick so fast he has to pick up the pieces why does he always have to pick up the pieces why am i so selfish why do i put this all on him im sorry
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dear diary
عشوائيsomething to write in sometimes i guess when i need to vent. will probably be kind of hard to understand; i mostly just let the words flow out of me in a rush so the feelings don't linger.
