Monday, July 3

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Dear Diary:

I am a poet ^<^

Behold; this is the amazing poem I have written

Because I am a poet...

Cough cough

Roses are blue

Violets are red

I may be stupid

But so are you for leaving me please come back I punched the wall I love you happy late birthday

It's perfect

Or maybe this one:

If you were a tree, you would be a good tree. But then I would have to kill you to write this letter hi I'm sorry for everything

IT'S A FLAWLESS PLAN!

WHAT COULD GO WRONG?!

(8 hours later)

HHHELP IT'S 2 AM AND I'M STILL SOBBING IN A SMALL DIRTY CORNER OF MY ROOM

I WENT TO HIS HOUSE AND ALL AND GAVE HIM THE LETTER AND HE READ IT BUT THEN HE RIPPED THE PAPER IN HALF AND CLOSED THE DOOR IN MY FACE

MY HEART IS DESTROYED I CAN'T LIVE ANYMORE I NEEEEEEEED HIIIIM

WHAT'S MY NAME

WHERE AM I

I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING WITH OUT HIM ;-;-;

THE HICKEYS ARE STARTING TO DISSAPPEAR TOO ;-; THIS CAN'T BE! I'M SO DEPRESSED

(2 minuted later)

Have I ever told you how much I love Sealand? He's the best person ever. Here I am, sobbing in pain, and he comes in with a bowl of ice cream and a spoon saying "Here, this will make you feel better"

AND NOW I'M CRYING BECAUSE HE'S SO PURE WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS

WHY AM I SO BIPOLAR?!?!

HHHHHHHHHHHHIAOWNFOAHD

MR. PUFFIN APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE AND TOLD ME I'M A STUPID FUCK AND I AGREEEEEE

WAKE ME UP, WAKE ME UP INSIDE

SAVE MEEEEEEEEE

-A SAD BOY

Gee idfk what's going on anymore...

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