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Post by Kyra Valentine on Mar 1, 2007 19:51:02 GMT
I don't know exactly know what I'm meant to tell you, should I go into the secret sins of my childhood or just stick to the basic facts? I don't know. I know a lot of people say you should write how you speak to somebody, like you're a person. But you're not. You're just an empty book. Paper. Not a person. I suppose that's better. I don't like talking to people.
Hey, I think I'm getting the hang of this diary stuff.
I don't really want to be here but what choice do I have? I can't go home, and aside from there I have no where else to be. Apart from here. Would you believe it. Letterage is the only place I'm welcome at the moment. The world has a sick sense of humour, that's all I can say...
Well, that's about all I want to say for now. I've written to you like I was supposed to and my job here is done. I mean, what else is there to say? Maybe if I need to vent I'll come back but hey.
I'm not going to say goodbye to you like you're a person, becuase as I've allready pointed out, you're not. Even if I'm starting to act like you are. Whatever. I'm putting the pen down...
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