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I guess I come back to this just to pick scabs. I have completely neglected my daily writing, on here and in my more frequently utilized composition notebooks. I vow, now and then, to write daily to get perspective on things to keep me in check and to blow off some steam so the crazy train in my head doesn't jump the tracks. I think I've just lost touch with myself because I've been ignoring the huge and imminent decisions I have to make. About grad school. About careers. About Chris. I think I'm waiting for some huge revelation, or something to click. Since that rarely happens in the real world, I think I'm kind of fucked. But they always know in the books! There's always that miraculous moment in the story when the character just knows for certain that they must do something. I can pretend to believe in fate, at least, in the stories. Real life is so tedious. It has some of the best characters but nothing seems to turn out satisfactorily.