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But maybe I can't love anyone ( Read more... )

the trouble with this journaling business is, when so much is happening, one does not have time to write about what one is too busy doing ( Read more... )

I feel so twisted up inside.

What a monstrous thing I became.

Someone stole my bicycle.

So I guess I'm walking now.

I want to write about a few things, more or less the same things that I'm usually thinking about, but I can't right now. I could, but I can't be bothered, and I'm ok, so it's not a pressing issue, but I'd still like to write about it, for posterity's sake.

So this will serve as a reminder.

...again ( Read more... )

You know, I'm facing so much these days, it seems ( Read more... )

I don't even know what to do with anger anymore ( Read more... )

"My cigarette's gone out...", I thought to myself, as I slipped into a dream ( Read more... )