Dear diary,

I can't bring myself to burn you...I'll just go mad without a friend here in this stupid forest...I'm writing now not just to apologize for that, but also to tell you I just woke up and had the strangest dream...I was sitting in a restaurant by myself, then a really attractive guy walked in.  

"Took you long enough," I scolded playfully, watching him and some girl finally march into the fast food place.  I felt like I knew him, but who was she?  He seemed to be making sort-of gooey eyes at her, I noticed.  He also had an edge to his glance, like he felt guilty about something...why did I feel so jealous?  

"I know," he said with a goofy grin, sliding into the chair next to me.  I could tell he wanted to greet me properly by leaning over and pecking me on the cheek, but we both knew he couldn't do that.  I wanted smack his arm, like I'd seen girls do to their boyfriends, but I didn't want to kill him.  I felt closer to him than I had to anyone in a long time...that was, in the dream...

"Who's this?" I cooed, jerking my head at the new-comer.  

For whatever the reason, I can't for the life of me remember who he said.   

"What can I get ya?" the waitress asked leisurely, sliding up to us and chomping on bright pink bubble gum.  

And that's where the dream ended.  I took it to mean that one of the things that I wanted most before was a boyfriend, but I could, especially because I didn't want to hurt him...and then there's the other girl, who's, like, taking him away from me...and then there's the waitress, asking what I want.  In the dream, it felt like I wanted a boyfriend more than anything, but now I realize she was really asking what I want from life or anything in general...I realize now that I want my parents back...even the fake ones that I just killed...oh, diary...when will I get my life back?  Will I ever be normal?  I hate these stupid mitts...

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