My whole diary is just about you
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What if your best friend was everything you ever dreamed of-
and then suddenly, not yours anymore?
This is the diary of a girl who loved too deeply, trusted too easily, and lost what felt irreplaceable. Page after page, she writes to him... the boy who used to be her safe place, her laughter, her almost.
But now, he's someone else's.
And she's left with only words to tell the story of what they were-and what they'll never be again.
A raw, poetic journey through friendship, heartbreak, and the unspoken things we keep hidden in our diaries.
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