i've had about 29483756 best minutes of the year this year. but sometimes i dont like talking about good things too much, cos it makes me feel afraid should they ever start to slowly go away from me. So here i welcome again, at the most ungodly hour of 5.22am; this beautifully weathered wednesday morning, as well as the unsparing exterminator of my most cherished brain cells that is INSOMNIA.
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but i do like how i'm actually "writing" again, despite the erratical excess or even having nothing to write about at all. it makes me happy sometimes reading myself the way i've had my thoughts autobiographical-ly recorded on this little personal public space in the world that i have, than the idea of sharing what brand is my boob cream and why X's legs are hairier than Y's. uh.
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