Counting to ten
i don’t know about some of these journal girls. they’ve already got you sending off pages in your diary for them to read and then they go and set a topic like this—ten things you never knew about me. well, pssh. everyone else in this book seemed to have kept some nice, normal things secret previously. i obviously talk too much because there is no way i could get away with saying how many siblings i have or where i was born. no. i had to come up with the goods.
but ha, you can’t see it. cuz it’s all hidden behind those tags. they all open like this:
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