The 27th Again. in A Ways Away
- Jan. 28, 2024, 12:12 a.m.
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This will be short, because as much as I would enjoy sitting here and writing a whole mess of prose about how it has been going since my last entry? I don’t know where to start and where to stop. The basics: I am depressed, I am angry, I am sitting in my self-loathing, watching other people be happy and wondering what makes it so easy for them, why does the body and the mind become addicted to feeling bad? Why do I allow my mind to convince me to eat more, and then feel guilty that most men aren’t attracted to bigger women? Strangeness in me.. Just strange.
Goodnight.
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