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I spent the morning looking through this old thing. At times immensely elated, at times feeling that same old void of regret. But I got a lot out of it.
This journal has been gutted for my own selfish reasons so that now I might be able to use it again. Maybe if I'm sure no one cares to read this again I can be myself?
This journal has been gutted for my own selfish reasons so that now I might be able to use it again. Maybe if I'm sure no one cares to read this again I can be myself?