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// Entry 28 
// Story: Diary Of A Closet Romantic 
// by Lunar Spice 
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Dear Journal,


I've been regretting so much recently. Everything, from the biggest mistakes I've made to all the times I've humiliated myself. I'm regretting it all.

Why did I have to kick that pebble on the sidewalk that hit that dog in the face?

Why did I act so stupid when I needed to think quickly? 

Why was I such a bad roommate?

Why was I such a horrible friend?

Why couldn't I get my life together?

Everything's wrong. Nothing's right. It all feels like a lie. Like a house of cards that's about to topple.

How can I keep standing if I doubt everything I've ever done?

I hate this. I hate all of this.

I'm so done with all of this. I'm on my own.

I... I feel like I'm drowning, but no one around me is noticing. They're all expecting me to be the same old Rainbow. The awesome athlete who is 20% cooler at everything that anyone else.

But I'm dying slowly and no one seems to notice.

Or care.

Fuck, I regret so much of my life.

I don't think I've ever been able to do anything right.