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this is the content of the handwritten letters at the back of the diary, it will all make sense once natapos na yung LFH (letters for him), tnx for reading!! Mwah!
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How can you tell your ex that you're depressed when he already died of the same case? How can a psychologist be mentally unstable even though he/she supposed to cure one? Leanne always dreamed to get out of the asylum. Yes, she has cancer, and she has depression. Depression is not the side effect of her cancer. It's the side effect of her dying. She always wanted to say alot of things to her ex, she loves him 'till now, but she couldn't, and she would never be able to tell him, because he's already dead. Erika always dreamed to get out of the asylum, but she couldn't, cause the strings of the asylum were attached to her. It's not because she's depressed, but because she's a nurse at the asylum. She suffers the exact pain as she aids her patients. It was as if she was having this deep connection between her patients. She has a boyfriend named Benzar, and like Leanne, she has alot of things to say to his boyfriend. But she couldn't. Not because he's dead, but because he's too busy. Leanne wrotes her thoughts on her notebook. It helped her clear her thoughts when nobody's with her. Erika records her voice on a recorder that her patient gave her. It helped her clear her thoughts when nobody's listening to her rants. They both record everything they felt, and everything they wanted to say to their beloved. It was the post scripts of their feelings. The tiny secrets of their little sensitive hearts. After all, nobody listens, just their diaries. This book is written in Filipino. Warning: This contains depressive scenes.

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