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Dear Life,

I feel my energy slowly leaving me as I waste my summer away staying at home. It is not a good feeling, I assure you. Stupid unknown forces.
My mind is also gradually deteoriating and it pretty much sucks. Also I’ve lost my tablet pen which has rendered me unable to draw. I am too lazy to get up from my seat to go to the next room and retrieve my sketchbook and draw something because I feel unproductive without having the security of finding out where my beloved pen is.

I also lost the will to finish writing this letter to you because

Ok I’m done.

Love,
Diane.