The Diary of a Catfish
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Do you ever wish you could be someone else?
Take on a completely different persona?
So did I, and that's exactly what I did.
I didn't know it would become such a mess.
It wasn't supposed to go so far, it was just something I started to release some pent up emotions that I could express as me.
Before it began to feel real
Before the attention.
Before feeling wanted.
But that was before him.
I knew it had gone too far.
Do I feel guilty? A little.
Do I regret it? Not one bit.
My name is Anna Smith also known as Primrose Jacobs.
This is my diary.
The diary of a Catfish.
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