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• Entry 9

  November 4, 2024

  My body is a commodity that men think can be bought with fancy dinners, cheap wine and the interests of their past lovers. They sweeten me up with empty promises and half-baked compliments, like a pig being fattened for the slaughterhouse, they see me as a banquet for them to devour. I am not a&h...

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• Entry 8

  November 1, 2024

  There is a special place in hell that is reserved for men who ghost women after sex. I'm devastated right but unsurprised. We went on four dates and on the fourth I stayed at his place and we spent the night together. Once we had done the deed I noticed that he became more withdrawn…

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• Entry 7

  October 31, 2024

  I entered his flat with the intention of leaving with my integrity but after two pints my clothes were sprawled out on his bedroom floor his carpet became a canvas of my weakness. He was gently but unloving, tender but cold. Two days later and he is yet to text me back, I’m not surprised.

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• Entry 6

  October 30, 2024

  On the tram home at 2 am a man smiles at me, his eyes tell me that the smile is false. He reeks of weed and booze, stumbles over his feet as he gets up to leave and is unsteady like a child learning to walk for the first time. I envy his bravado, I…

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• Entry 4

  October 26, 2024

  This house can never be a home. I have died in every room a thousand times and my body remains there waiting to be discovered. These walls have bore witness to my undoing and the vileness concealed by my skin.

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• Entry 3

  October 25, 2024

  My loneliness has driven me to places where a gun to my head could not make me enter. It has eaten away at every ounce of my dignity and self-respect. I throw myself into the arms of anything hungry enough to want me. I have sacrificed my worth countless times to avoid being alone at…

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• Entry 2

  October 25, 2024

  I feel like praying to God is pointless. What makes me better or more deserving of mercy than others? Children are being massacred on the other side of the world and millions are living in worse conditions so why would God pay any attention to my cries if theirs have gone unanswered for so long?&...

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• Entry 1

  October 20, 2024

  I am a failure. I have never achieved anything notable in my life. My parents are ashamed of me and my sisters pity me. I have had so many opportunities for success but it feels as though there is an immovable force obstructing my path. I am truly a failure, I have nothing to show…

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