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Hi, I'm Lexie. I don't really have friends, except for Rosie. She's my diary. My hobbies include talking to her and criticizing the stupid world we live in. Also, not doing any sports or talking to people more than I have to. That's a thing, right? So there I was, talking to Rosie on a typical Friday when I go home and realize she's not with me. I don't know if you understand the situation because you're not Rosie, but Rosie knows everything. Absolutely everything. When I talk to Rosie, I'm a girly drama queen who talks about dreams and sunshine and unicorns, not even to mention that I've been writing in her since 6th grade. The worst thing is I think I left her at school, and she's not there on Monday either. Oh, God. What if a boy took her?
Sometimes I Want to Strangle Myself
