Dear Diary,it's Me Again

Intro
This isn't a story. There's no twist, no hero, no perfect ending waiting somewhere.
It's just me - writing to the only one who listens, my diary.
Some days, something happens. Most days, nothing does.
But even silence feels like something when it's written down.

I don't know what this will become - maybe a memory, maybe just words that fade with time.
I'm not writing to be read. I'm writing because sometimes, it's the only way to feel understood.
There's nothing special here, really - just the small moments that make up a year.
The days I saw him. The days I didn't. The days that felt heavy for no reason at all.
Maybe you'll find a piece of yourself somewhere between these pages. Maybe not.
Either way, it's just me. Still here. Still writing.

I'll be writing the moments I saw him, the time I spent with him - no matter how small they seem.
Let's see where time takes us.
Does this story have a happy ending... or not an ending at all?
Maybe, someday, we'll know.

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This isn't a novel or a book. It's just me - writing how my days went, how my moments passed, and how I quietly hoped for something more.
Maybe it's just me trying to manifest a future with the boy I like, or maybe it's just me learning to live through the waiting.

This isn't a story. It's life - my life. The way it unfolds, the way I see him, the way time moves.
I want you, my readers, to walk through it with me - to feel the days as I do.

So come with me, as I write what each day brings.
Let's see how my days go... and how this ends.