It's not a book so?
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It's not a book so?
is a diary? well, I'll pretend I'm Hannah baker and write about everyone that entered my life!
I'll then tell them they're the reason I'm in a really bad place mentally!
wait! I am not that mean!
I'll just write about them! I'll tell them how I feel and how they've affected me and how they either broke me or made me better!
And I won't mention names! I'll just say what I think about them and their Name in my head!
It's not a book so?
Enjoy.
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