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Dear Diary
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Ongoing, First published Aug 06, 2019
This is a random book, not quite a story, this is our diary we could say, I could write poems, texts with narratives or even some songs just for us to forget about this messy life

There was once a girl or a boy (don't think anyone cares) who needed help but no one gave it, so they decide to go and search for it, luckily enough they found it on writing and it became their own world, they would always write how they felt that day and made up impossible stories that would never became true, let's take a look at their little (enormous) world shall we

If you're not comfortable with some depressive thoughts don't read this, I don't want to affect your heath in any kind of way

Spread love always
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Diary Of A Depressed Being

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This diary consists of short 1 month period. The girl, Emma confides in her feelings, her thoughts, her day and her tragedies. There are going to be twists and a really sad ending. Live this one month with Emma. Understand the kind of woman she is. "It's 1st of December, 2012. I received this thick black spiraled diary as a gift from my late mother. She always said that this diary would show me more patience than people and I should write my heart out when there's no one special enough to listen... to confide in. It was my 12th birthday. I'm 16 now and guess what? I really don't have anyone to share my crazy thoughts or stupid feelings. If I ever start doing it... People would assume me mentally sick and tie me to a chair and start stuffing me with aspirins and sedatives. And that's definitely not the way I want to go down. So, I'm just starting to write in this diary until and unless I find that special one to share everything and nothing with."