Dear diary,
We've been talking for months, and I adore this silly snob. My days got brighter whenever I make your brain hurts from my stupid words.
But I feel like this distance between us have its disadvantage. When you're depressed, I can't be there with you, I can't pat your back, or stay with you in silence.
I hope you're truly okay, so that I can keep on annoying you.
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