saturday afternoon when i straggled into our room (slept on the couch in djibouti again) i found a photo album of annie's from 2002 on the floor next to my bed. i leafed through it and had the desire to read my journal from back then. it was strange to read the journals wrought with pathetic self-loathing - i wish in so many ways i was more like
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