Dear Diary,
London is a wonderful city! I was happy to be here. Specially because of someone. We can call him Potato King. I was so excited to meet Potato King that I wrote him a letter. I waited for a long time for a response, but I had none. Neither found him. But, a few days later, Colonel Brandon mentioned that everyone was telling him I was engaged to Willoughby. I was very confused.
Then I saw him at a party, but he was with a pretty young woman and he didn’t come to talk with me. I was, at least, surprised. And then, when we talked to him, he didn’t talk to me directly. All I could think was that he was engaged to the woman. I spent the night crying and everyone was worried with me, but there was nothing I could do.
The next day, Elinor gave me a letter he wrote, in which he returned all the letters I so devotionally wrote to him and the lock of hair I gave him. But, what hurt more, was he saying that I was in friendzone. He was so cold telling me he had no feelings for me that it felt like everything we lived was nothing but a long forgotten dream.
I fell in love with the wrong person.
I want to die.
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