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Dear Didi

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Dear diary,

I'm a very depressed, sad, and body dysmorphic teenager, tormented by life. I'm just 17 and I'm already 5ft10. so tall. I despise being tall, as if there were more disadvantages than advantages. I used to be very short and in a few months I had to go through a growth spurt. I got this as a birthday gift from my aunt Prisca. She said I should put into words what I feel more because I hardly talk to people. I guess you can call me the observer. I always have a lot to say, but I often do not know how to put it out there. I'm glad she bought me this for my 17th birthday. And I hope we'll keep celebrating birthdays together. Get ready to get bored because my life is so uninteresting. But who knows what might happen? There's a reason you're here anyways. I think I'll call you Didi.

 
•Published: 20th April, 2022.All Rights Reserved

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