Today was a really boring day. Nothing really happened.
I didn't.
If it's just a little thing, well, maybe something I treasured disappeared?
Oh, it's really nothing. You can just buy new things, right?
June 2, 20xx
Well, it seems like it's been a while since I wrote a diary. I haven't had anything to write about in a while.
Everything around me is still black. I think there was a cloth next to me.
It's kind of stiff. Seriously, it's just boring, right?
That's right, I found the item that was missing last time. It was under my feet.
I just blinked and crushed it. Stupid, right?
June 27, 20xx
There's still nothing to write about, but I still have something to do
I'm trying to keep a diary. There's a person who comes to see me every day.
I was there, but suddenly I can't hear his voice. What should I do? I can still clearly feel his touch. I'm getting more and more scared.
June 29, 20xx
This is a big deal. I might not be able to keep my diary anymore. He said he was going to burn it... I really like diaries. Why? Isn't it fun? That's what I think.
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July 1, 20xxAlas, I finally lost my diary. But it's okay. I found a small piece of paper between the cracks in my desk. Now I'll write in it, erase it, and repeat.
August 26, 20xx
What happened? I can't see anything anymore. I can't hear anything. I'm going crazy. I can't hear the doorbell that always rings, the cars outside the window, or the occasional voices from the living room. I can't hear them at all.
September 6, 20xx
I, I... I... I tried to do well. Trust me. It was just too loud. Oh, I can't remember what I did, what I went through. Where am I? It's so scary. It's painful not being able to feel anything. I wish I could feel even a little touch. Today, too, I bite my arm, waiting for the pain to strike.
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