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I sulked like a child last night.

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I just wanted to exist. I don’t want to learn new meals, new girlfriends, or a new life.

I cried last night. I’m often reinventing myself. I’m not sure I know what I’m doing yet it seems to work.

I documented yesterday. My imprints in the sands of time. History is often unkind to those who leave no records.