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Dear Diary,

It was another typical day. No real friends. No fun. No conversations. Just me, taking notes by myself and eating by myself. Everything, by myself. Nobody would want to interact with me. They see me as an outcast. People saw me as someone who's always quiet and not worth talking to. After all, I didn't like myself. I didn't like them. I didn't like anybody in this world. Everybody is selfish. Nobody cares about others besides themselves. Within a second they'll betray without a single thought. Everybody does thing for their own advantage. Nothing more than humans rotting. It's harsh but it is my reality. Not yours, theirs, or anybody but mine. I've encounter so many negatively that I don't bother looking for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. As I write, I'm seated in a corner before I laid eyes on someone. I knew who she was. She was broken. Broken just like me. 

- Grayson.

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