Dear Diary,
I don't think I should be feeling like this, I don't think it's alright.
But tonight, I have died a million times over.
And as much as it's bad, I kind of like this feeling. :B
Dear whoever out there, just let me be happy and not know anything okayy.
I am not going to say anything about it this time.
For I fear history repeating itself.
(And if it is, I don't wish to know)
If it turns out bad, I have only myself to blame. Yes I do know that.
But for now, I shall continue floating in this bubble and wish it will not pop anytime soon, or best, at all.
Sink, sank, sunk,
Me
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Be nice, rude people suck.