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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.

Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.






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Thursday, 7 November 2019

Stupid annoyances

Still very irked that the counsellor is so convinced that I am a suicide risk, especially after I was carefully censoring my answers to make me seem better than I have been.

Maybe I should have just asked what a mental breakdown feels like - because "is this what a mental breakdown feels like" has been something I have been wondering a lot lately.
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