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I can't find my diary. I don't remember where I put the bloody thing. It isn't in any of the usual places and I just can't think of where else it can be. I need my diary, it has everything in it and I don't remember where the hell I put it. Of all the things I could misplace, I misplace the one thing that is most important to me and I can't find it. Where else am I going to write my private thoughts? What else am I going to complain to without getting a response? Where else am I going to write everything that is on my mind and not receive any unwanted fake platitudes, questions of concerns, and pathetically useless similar experiences or feelings? There are times when I don't give a damn what others think or feel and my diary was my method of escape. Now I can't even find the stupid pink thing. I just hope I can find it before I leave for college. If I really can't find it before then, I'll get myself a new journal, but that's the last thing I want to do because it won't be the same diary I've had since the fifth grade. Besides, my aunts bought it for me on a whim so it has even a bigger sentimental value. I really want it back...
New policy still in effect.
New policy still in effect.