Dear Diary,
It's me, Sam. Nice to meet you. This honestly feels akward, talking to an object. It's sad I know. It's 3:23am of December 4, 2020 in the middle of the fucking pandemic coronavirus crisis and I can't sleep. I'm overthinking again. I'm sleeping up here in me and my sisters room on a double deck bed with two fans and an angry stomach. I really need to sleep cause' I feel like I'll be dead if my dad sees me wake up again tomorrow at 1pm. But my head is flowing with lots of thoughts. Still I should make this quick. I have recently came back on Wattpad and decided to reminisce. I checked my bestfriend's account, might I mention @itsarriana. I saw her published books and eventually checked out her most recent, and by most recent I mean the last book she edited from last year. I admit I was kind of jealous at how she had a new circle of friends while I'm stuck alone. But that doesn't get in the way of cheering for her and wishing for her endeavors and for her to be happy and successful and all. After all, I'm always here to support her even if it means I should disappear from her life to help her. Well as of now, that's the only thing that's been bugging me. So I think I should end this chapter here now so I should sleep. So...bye diary I guess.
Sincerely, Sam
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Dear Diary, It's Me
Non-FictionA book of my feelings and thoughts. I thought the people might want to take a peek of who I am. I will also be sharing why I use the name Bianca even though that my name is Sam :-D
