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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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Sunday, 16 July 2023

Memories, likes the corners of my mind

Facebooks fucking memories feature started my day with a cheerful reminder that eight years ago was when Shitlord entangled his “best friend” into the blatant gaslighting of me (and, I guess also of me into the gaslighting of the guy he was calling his best friend).

The amount of dubious shit and obvious red flags I ignored because a nice guy was there seeing them and nodding along as if everything was fine....

Don’t trust other people’s friends 

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