Dear Diary.

I’m out on a walk.

I remembered the FMC in white nights bro zoning the narrator and then accepting his love when she got stood up.

Later,

when the guy she is in love with turns up, she abandoned the narrator in a jiffy and again goes back to bro zoning him.

Lol.

She played him like a fiddle.

I literally can’t stop lowkey crackling.

Anyway.

I’m so tired of waiting.

My thoughts are filled with Ginny, my new apartment and travelling.

Almost always lost in reverie.

Ah. I don’t wanna wait no more.

I might explode with all this love that’s contained inside me and splatter sparkles all over the floor and room.

No I’m not made of blood and bones.

I’m literally a piñata at this point suspended in air.

I’m being continuously hit and tortured.

Screaming, “I have nothing left to give, please leave me alone.”