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I was talking to a friend last night about writing, and remembered this journal. I realize now how silly and self-important I was when I wrote in it. Sorry, universe.
At the risk of being silly and self-important again, I thought I would give an update in case anyone ever followed me and checks back periodically to see where my life went (to be fair to myself, I do this to other people's journals, so it's not THAT self-important.)
Life is good. I'm in medical school. I've published several scientific papers. I like myself and other people considerably more than when I was writing in this before.
Am still the prettiest.
At the risk of being silly and self-important again, I thought I would give an update in case anyone ever followed me and checks back periodically to see where my life went (to be fair to myself, I do this to other people's journals, so it's not THAT self-important.)
Life is good. I'm in medical school. I've published several scientific papers. I like myself and other people considerably more than when I was writing in this before.
Am still the prettiest.