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I was just thinking about how much I think. I used to be so devoted to my written journal and now I never write anymore. so many of my thoughts are lost to myself. I used to write about experiences. It's kind of strange to think about the thoughts that will be never be exposed when I die. Maybe I should explore this thought more when I'm not so tired and it's not so late. I'm really glad that my brother and his girlfriend came over tonight and I'm really glad that she sees a side of my mom that is really representing to her true self. I'm tired. goodnight.