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To whoever finds this and isn't exactly happy, I wasn't either but it gets better one way or another. I was sick when I made this diary so I'm dearly sorry for the bad handwriting and poorly drawn hearts. Love -H.
Louis raised his eyebrows in curiosity as he fliped through the pages of the diary. Part of him knows that this isn't going to help, but, part of him is really bored because he has nothing to do and nowhere to be and it's summer, so he picks up his bag, tucks the diary under his arm, and walks towards the book issuing section of the old library, the floor creaking when being walked on, while staring at the plane white walls. Even the nothingness of them keeping him beguiled.
