Dear Macbook...

Dear Macbook...

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Dear Macbook, This I guess is what technology is made for these days.. A diary on your laptop, smart thinking. Im just gonna start writing to my macbook about what happens in my life. The drama and all the details. Im pretty secluded. I keep to myself most of the times. There are occasions where I tell my best friends, but other times they just stay in my thoughts so maybe it's best I write them down somewhere. Im a pretty shy person so maybe writing to a "diary" will possibly help my social skills. But here is where my life is at right now; Im a senior at a high school in Sydney, Australia, I have my best friends Jordan and Sarah. They are the best. Basically the only people I hang out with outside of school. I also have a couple other friends in my classes that I met this year. Luke is in my spanish class, we get along well. He's always joking around and making me laugh. He's a funny person. Michael was in my biology class, now he is just a goofball. Him and Luke are friends and introduced me to Calum and we became friends too. But the main purpose is obviously that there's a guy.....His name is Ashton Irwin. - Kylie
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Voicemail, yet again. Taking a deep breath, I start the message. "Hey, I've called you again. This is the last one, I swear. Remember when we would chat forever and ever? We would always drink hot coffee together and talk about our pointless day. It was a daily thing, until you found someone else to occupy your time. I wasn't needed anymore, so you cast me out. I'm in our place, same spot. When you decide to meet me again, I'll be here. I won't talk to you. All that I will spare you is a small glance and some cold coffee." Ending the voicemail, I collapse back into the chair and wait for the response that will never come. cover by @xHemmingsHugsx

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