It's 2:20 in the morning, and as usual, its a lull in conversation time. So here I sit, writing in this journal as a desperate attempt for my life to make sense, or for someone to understand or explain it to me. It seems no matter how much fun I have in a day, I keep coming back to the fact that life may never again be as I liked it, it may never
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