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Mike stopped by after work last night. It was a good night. He played my bass and we just sat in bed, talking. It was nice, but he's a very sad person. I can't get involved with him. I may be ready for a boyfriend, but I'm certainly not ready for someone like him. He's got too much baggage, too much hurt, for me to fix. I'm not sure exactly what I'm doing here, why I'm doing this. He's such an amazing person, but he's so messed up inside. I can't do anything about it. Doesn't want help, but he does need it. Everything's weird.

Yesterday's post. I don't have one for today yet, and I probably won't. Too fucking tired.