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Sometimes I wonder if random people read my journal.
I mean, I guess I know at least one does, per this.
It's really flattering that someone finds me interesting, but I feel like I should say sorry to all passers-by for not having a more exciting life. I basically fly between bad habits and academia, panic attacks and dorm life.
So yeah -- this is my official apology. Maybe one day I'll learn to do a backflip or meet Hugo Chavez or something. Until then, this is about as interesting as I'm going to be.
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