12/23/2026
Dear diary,
Almost a week left until a new year.
A new hope.
A new chance in life.
Maybe I'll finally find the path I've been trying too?
The one I'd been dreaming about since childhood. The one with trees made out of cotton candy maybe?133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0AHCRrNv5i
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I won't.
Maybe I'll fall down a dirty one and never make it up.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf7q4it1gX1
Maybe the last time I breathe will be when I'm lost in one.
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But what if I don't find one?
Then I'll be stuck where I am.
I'd be a scarecrow in an abandoned field.
I'd be repeating mistakes I told myself I'd never do again.
I'd be lying to a person I promised to be truthful too.
I'd let her down, be a bad influence.
But then it sickens me.
It sickens me that people are scared to be weak in front of their loved ones.
Why so?
Why am I one of them and why can't I find that answer and satisfy myself?
Why am I waiting?
What am I waiting for?
What will I do if no one steps up to help?
I just stay clueless?
Not happening.
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