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Fuck me.

Fuck that doesn't even look like a word any more.

What am I doing? I have no idea what I'm doing. I am going to fuck this up and there's nothing I can do to change that. I ruin everything I touch.

This isn't helping at all. I'm not going to do it. Fuck this. No more journal.

[The next three pages and filled with sketches of rings and jotted down baby names for girls and boys. Four pages have been ripped out after that, presumably for his Christmas present list]