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Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.

It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

This is also a personal diary, so by reading it you are violating my privacy. And as it is a personal diary you are not allowed to hold anything you read in it against me, as you shouldn't have been reading it anyway.

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Thursday, 17 December 1998

17 December 1998

I had a quiet day today, recovering from the party I went to last night. I just realised how much weight I've put on this year. I am so FAT. I'm going to end up a fat bitter twisted lonely old spinster (yes I know that it's bachelor for guys but spinster sounds more pathetic). I'm just a hideous chocolate junky. Three guesses who is in a depressed mood?
Any way, i have to stop digging myself into a li'l well of depression. I don't need to be any worse.
I should prolly go and let it out in bad sorrowful poetry
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