Dear Diary,
I just got back from my internship today.
Everyone greeted me with a LARGE amount of smiles and a LARGE amount of squeaks about my trip.
Everyone except...
Except...
Except...My mother...
I donāt understand why she doesnāt want to see me.
I donāt understand why she doesnāt want to talk to me.
I donāt even understand why sheās mad at me.
For some reason, I feel like Iām the only mouse in the wrong. My friends tried telling me that I didnāt do anything wrong, even if they had to pretend that everythingās gonna be okay. To me, I still find their hopes less promising... I still find myself thinking about how I shouldāve done things better. I know now that Itās entirely MY FAULT for leaving. I shouldāve never left. Now everythingās falling apart...
Someone...
Anyone. Please? I just want to figure out whatās wrong with my Mother.
I want to figure out how I can help her... Please? Someone? Anyone? Please...? I want to help my mom...
Yours truly,
Paulina Ramonā¦
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Well folks, youāve seen it here. Itās been three years since weāve kept quiet on our āTOP SECRETā concoction⦠I believe that itās finally time to make its epic introduction!
Oh! Wanna know what it is???
Your getting closeā¦
Your getting reeeally closeā¦.
Your getting veeeeery closeā¦.
Almost thereā¦
Noice š











