08/21/20
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Wed, Jul 7, 2021
dear diary, i have a secret, but you can't tell anyone about it.
i'm realizing now that condition would only apply if you had legs and the ability to talk, but i digress..
i'm in love my best friend. yes, i'm very sure and no, i don't think i can stop it. what do i do!?
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disclaimer!
the characters aren't real, however the people they're based on are, but i guess for legal purposes i changed their names and other things for plot convenience. similarly, a majority of the events that occured have occured to me personally or to people that i have known. for me, writing is an outlet that i use to get out all my feelings/vent a little so i'm sorry if there's things in there that upset or trigger some people so i will leave some warnings and if i forget anything please let me know in the comments.
(so far)
- mentions of sexual assault and ptsd
- swearing
- angst (?)
additionally!
- lower case intentional
- cover is a photo i took
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