dear diary,

you’re my best friend, and you know nothing about me.

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dear you,

I know enough about you to know that you don’t eat anymore. Not since he told you that he liked to see your skin pressed tight against your bones.

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dear diary,

I haven’t eaten for three days. Aren’t you proud?

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dear you,

I’m worried about you. do you see what I see when you look in the mirror? How can I be proud when you like you’re ready to break with the lightest touch? Are you sure he loves you like this…

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dear diary,

how well do you know me?

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dear you,

I think I know you too well. I know you love him enough to kill yourself just to see him smile. Are you going to disappear?

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dear diary,

you are the only one who gets me.

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dear you,

Do you get me? Do you even hear me? Please tell me what I can do to show you. You look like a helpless marionette doll, strings tied to the joints… him being your puppeteer.

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dear diary,

who’s the fairest of them all?

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dear you,

I’m sorry to say that it is not you who is fairest. You used to be. You were the prettiest girl I knew. I wish you wouldn’t do this to yourself. I can’t live here without you if you keep going like this… I swear I won’t be able to see you anymore because you’ll be nothing. But you won’t care, because he’ll still be here, just for you.

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dear diary,

why can’t I be perfect?
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