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i find myself envious of two people whose journals i've read tonight. this is brought on by their ability to place their brains on this digital paper. i, for some reason, have a filter between my brain and my fingers, and i dislike this. i've also been reading my previous entries, and am embarrassed by what i appear to be: a simpering (just occured to me that this may not be a word, but i dont care to replace it) whelp. this feels like a rare moment of clarity, and i'm going to post before i secondguess myself and get backspace-happy.