Dear Diary,
Ashton just came in my room with a smile and a turkey and cheese sandwich. I yelled at him to get out, but he didn't listen. He asked me to go to a poem reading with him tonight to "see how people in the real world are." I don't know what he means by that, but I still said no. I don't know how he thinks that I'll just get up and pretend my life actually means something to me. It doesn't. I won't touch that sandwich. It just reminds me of how fat I am.
From,
Michael
P.S.: I ate half of the sandwich. Just shows how pathetic I am. It was good though. Ashton always made good sandwiches.
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FanfictionDear Diary, My dumbass fell in love with him. Great fucking going, Michael. {a Malum fanfiction}
