I've seen you around Stacey's journal. I took the liberty of reading around your journal and I'm almost flattered you'd want to read mine. Your words cut oceans, doll. I am nowhere as beautiful as Stacey though (inside or out). I think you'll be disappointed.
You can call me Michele now. The cat's out of the bag and might as well stay so. I am me, and I am real. I need it to stay that way.
I didn't know you wanted to stay. You never added me back, so I just assumed you didn't want to stay. Serves me right for assuming. You are back, dear.
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I have added you. You intrigue me.
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I didn't know you wanted to stay. You never added me back, so I just assumed you didn't want to stay. Serves me right for assuming. You are back, dear.
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