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Someone read my muse’s journal and my muse rants about how that made them feel and whether they knew who it was and have confronted them etc.
“I can’t fucking believe that someone read my journal! Can’t a girl get any privacy anymore. And I know someone read it because it was missing but then I found it the next day! Whoever fucking took it was one sneaky bastard. And I have no clue why I’m telling you all this. But all my friends are out of commission at the moment and well, I don't hate you at least. Dislike, yes. I mean you were suspect number 1 but I think you would have told Miles all of my juicy little secrets. Or not. But when I find out who read it, they are going to wish they never did.”













