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Again with this heaviness. I still do not know and I cannot motivate myself to sell erratic pieces of myself to the possibility of a perfect match. I dream of match.com, of first days, and of complications. I am too reliant on Stephen. I am boring. I am "reading" six books at the current time. I should begin to use post-it notes. I am angry. I am tired. I am sick. It is too hot. I am eating too much. You are brilliant. You are a star.