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Addicted.
Dear diary,
Sorry, it's been so long. I haven’t remotely written anything for years. You used to be my secret safe where I could lock away my deepest desires and regrets. I could be completely honest, and you won’t judge me.
But then since I moved to New York, I haven’t been myself. Somehow my life lost its purpose, and I did things just for the sake of doing it. Scratch that. I did things and lived my life because I owe it all to certain two persons whom I learned to love later in my life. And that I didn’t want to admit to anyone… not even to you. Because that is not living… it’s just existing. No human on earth wants to admit that they are nothing in this world… not even to themselves including me.
But that isn’t the only reason. I know Damon’s been snooping around my room looking for you. I know he means well. He just wants to know what’s wrong with me and help me. Sometimes he seems to be the only person in the entire world
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