My Diary
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Hey guys!
I'm oOMidnightMysteryOo and I'm writing this diary because I feel like I really need to vent my feelings and emotions somewhere anonymously as I'm just not prepared to talk about it to my loved ones. Is it weird that even though there are people in my life whom I fully trust and love, I still don't share my thoughts with them? I'm not comfortable with talking about my feelings to anyone but I don't want to keep them bottled up either. Because its high time that I stop weighing my heart down.
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