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Dear Diary,

August 01, 2024

How are you? If you could speak or write back to me, would you ask how I'm holding up? Even if you can't, I'll still pour out my feelings to you, because you're the only one with whom I can share all my desires, dreams, failures, and heartbreaks. I can cry, shout, scream—express anything and everything with you.

And today, we're celebrating—"we," meaning you and I—our 5-year anniversary. Do you remember our first meeting? I was so shy and hesitant, afraid to open up. I worried people would think I was crazy. Back then, I was in the midst of immense pain. I had just lost my mother to cancer, and it shattered me completely. I don't even recall that day clearly. My father told me I was numb, just existing, breathing through life.

Honestly, I barely remember the first two months after my mother left us. But then you came into my life, and for that, I'm deeply grateful—to you and to the doctor who introduced us. My life took a new direction from that moment on.

Though these pages are new, my bond with a diary is now 5 years strong. So, dear new diary, let me introduce myself properly. My name is Maisie, and I'm 14 years old. I'm 5'5" tall, with a fair complexion and red hair sprinkled with freckles. Hahaha, more like "Brave."

As we begin this new year together, I hope to fill you with both joyous and challenging emotions. All I ask in return is that you promise never to betray me, and keep our pact of secrecy.

Love,

Maisie ❤

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Dear Diary,

August 09, 2024

Like a ritual, I'm going to share exactly what happened to me today. 

I began my day as any typical teenager might—getting ready for school, having breakfast, and walking the familiar 15-minute route that includes a short trek through a small forest path leading to my school, an old church dating back to the 12th century.

But the real drama starts when I arrive at school. I kid you not, my school is a den of pickpockets and petty thieves. 

Among them, Isla, a senior, reigns supreme as the queen of cruelty. She makes my skin crawl.

I'm terrible at drawing. :p

but if I ever had the chance, I'd relish the opportunity to spill my frustrations onto her precious dresses. You know what I mean ;)

So, what did Isla do today? She played a vicious prank on one of the new Sisters. What was her name again? Umm... Theresa, I think. No, it was Elisabythe. Yes, that was it. She's undeniably one of the most beautiful—maybe he might even fall in love with her.

Poor Elisabythe was humiliated in front of the entire assembly. Can you believe what Isla did? She plastered the assembly hall with posters of the Sister's photoshopped nude images.

I told you, Isla disgusts me.

Today was Elisabythe's first day. I can only imagine what Father will do to her. We'll find out soon, maybe by tomorrow.

The entire school buzzed with gossip, believing those photographs were real. It's laughable how ignorant people can be. I can't help but pity them.

From what I've heard, she hails from a church in Vatican City. You know what that implies. She's a lost cause—or perhaps something even worse.

Oh, poor, poor Elisabythe.

Well, that's all for today. If anything, else comes up, I'll make sure to share it with you.

In the meantime, why don't you catch up with your new friends—my old diaries?

Love ❤

Mai

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