Open Diary
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My thoughts...my thoughts are vast. I have a lot of them just knocking about my head. And after the fourth rant of why Oreos are badass to my therapist, I realized I needed to let them out. So this is that. An open diary. If you're not in the mood for the rambling of a very...self-entitled, little bit deluded, or a literal dumpster fire of a person...you should probs leave. But I'm- I like talking. So this is me just talking. I feel like it'll be a journey. One to look back on. Or pretend never happened. But the main character is me. So here we go.
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This is where I let everything out-the chaos, the silence, the things I can't say out loud. It doesn't judge, doesn't ask why, doesn't need explanations. It just exists, ready to catch whatever spills from my mind, whether it's broken pieces or fleeting moments of joy. It feels like talking to someone who's always there but never speaks, just listens-and somehow, that's enough.

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