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[maladjustedmusa]

Dear Diary, Pt. 2

Buongiorno, signora Diario,

One morning, as I rose and gazed into the mirror, I beheld something quite extraordinary. First, a visage that echoed my mother's grace, yet adorned with hints of my father's smile, radiating genuine happiness from its eyes, unlike my usual weary ones.

Then, as my thoughts drifted to my form, I whispered to myself, "I wish there existed a man who cherished my beauty as ardently as I do." Perhaps he would liken my breasts to raindrops, reminiscent of those that fall from a rose, or find my smile akin to pearls nestled within an oyster's luminescent embrace—beauty cocooned within the creator's walls. To discover such a man seems a fanciful notion, yet my heart urges me to nurture hope and keep my dreams close. In conversation with my therapist, she jested that the only man who might appreciate me so would be one inclined towards his own gender. I laughed, pondering if it's a feminine trait to find beauty in such details. Though I yearn for admiration akin to this, I fear I may never experience love in the manner I cherish myself. Thus, I resolve to be my own poet, a beacon of light amidst the shadows, for now, my solitary choice.

[maladjustedmusa]

Dear diary, Pt. 1

𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚖𝚎 – 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚒𝚔𝚃𝚘𝚔, 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖, 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚃𝚞𝚋𝚎, 𝚎𝚝𝚌.; 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚜; 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢. 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.

𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝟷𝟹 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙. 𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜. 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎.

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