too real to be true
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Last published Sat, May 2, 2026
standing here eating blackberries thinking that any description would be shallow enough to repulse me
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To anyone who might be reading this: This isn't a story or any other writing piece related to any character or a person other than me, but a diary-kind of personal letters written for my future self to read. Most of the contents here are private but most of you don't really know me personally or what's happening in my life, so I guess it's alright. To those who know me though, I suggest you shouldn't go any further especially if you are a friend of mine, a classmate, or someone who had seen me in person or close to me, because I fear you might misunderstand everything. I have been suffering from a long-term depression and anxiety, which most of you didn't know about, and some of the stuffs I wrote here are just so messy you wouldn't have any idea of knowing which thought could be true or false. And I am afraid you will judge me too quickly. My only purpose of writing this is to keep track of my thoughts and growth both mentally and emotionally. The letters I write from time to time are for my future self to read. In case "she" lost her mind somewhere in the future or lost herself and starts to do something stupid that she may only regret, at least I've got something for her to read. It's just bits of advices, lessons, unforgettable moments, thoughts and feelings that I want her to remember, and I hope it will be enough for her not to lose her way.
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