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Dear Diary,
Finally it's my rest day. I'm excited to pick up my new eyeglasses.
I woke up earlyđ„± but I feel tired. I'm independent now but what is this? I feel all alone in this worldđŁ. I don't want to go anymore I only want to lay in bed and overthink why no one dare to disturb me?đ What is this? Is this the feeling of being mature? This is a life?