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23:13. I can’t sleep. I lie and watch the wall as someone’s security light flicks on and off in the distance. I think about the diary I kept, and then didn’t. I think about “screaming at the sky ...

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Some days I am the coastline, the cliff. Sometimes it’s the waves crashing over me time and time again, the coming and the going of the tide, the endless pressure that forces itself into all the ...

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For 10 years I kept a public diary. Not a blog. A blog I always felt was more thematic, more structured, more targeted. A diary was largely based on my life. And a diary got me so far. It allowed...

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