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❛ DEAR DIARY, God, I can’t believe i’m in some random ass town, I know rosewood wasn’t the greatest, scratch that, it was the worst.. well, I guess the whole psychotic bitch didn’t help it’s case, but anyway that’s off subject; I can’t help but to miss it.. I miss my mom and her not so great cooking, shit I even miss the take out, I especially miss Chinese take out.. What I wouldn’t do for some serious lo mein.. Back to the subject before this journal ends up covered in my saliva. I do have a few theories; yes Spencer if you ever get out of that fried egg mindset of your’s, I, Hanna freakin’ Marin have a theory, maybe it’lll make me sound paranoid but what if A sent us here? I know, A was Spencer’s British twin, (still can’t believe that wasn’t some nightmare I had.. ) but since when was A ever one person; i’m surprised i haven’t got a text from ‘B’ or ‘Z’, whatever but what if this is A?? Okay enough of that, i’m seriously freaking myself out.. On a happier note i have ran into some pretty cool people, and i’m not just talking about you Mona.. i’m talking about the conspiracy skeptic.. what was his name?? Jacob?, yes Jacob.. and I guess since she for some reason doesn’t remember me.. I still don’t get it, maybe she’s on drugs.. i’d love to get to know Emily again.. god that sounds stupid; maybe i’d like her to remember me is better though I don’t know how you would forget nearly a decade of friendship but i’m cause i’m just that forgettable. SINCERLY, ✘ Hanna Marin.
