Dearest Diary:
Today is shaping up to be a waste of day. Too tired for anything, I'm wasting time lounging at home instead of welll... Doing stuff. Music gives no lift and no creative inspiration strikes me. I secretly crave the company of my lost prince... But am glad he's gone over all, just because we'd stopped making each other happy. A bubble bath, perhaps? If it were drier I would walk to the playground and use the swings.
Love,
~Phia
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