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Dear diary

Dear Diary

I’m writing to you from a far away bus station.

I’m sitting in a cold dark and damp station.

I fond a flashlight and I’m using some battery’s I stole from a remote.

I’m sorry for the pain I caused everyone.

I should have never done this.

Not did I cause pain for everyone and my loved ones but I have caused pain to myself too.

I realize that but how am I supposed to tell my friends and family?

That I love them lots.

So I guess life just sucks

sitting in this cold dark damp bus station.



Love Crystal



an angel "Crystal went up to heaven. The bus she was waiting for was the bus to heaven or hell. This time she took the right bus. It took her the right way. Most people don’t survive. The cold dark and damp bus station with a bunch of lonely rain drops falling on them. But this time Crystal did."