I can't write as myself. When I write journal entries it is shit, halted sentences and lists of what I did that day. My moleskin is comprised of monologues in a character very near to myself. And my heart is somewhat cracked from several people taking comparable chisels to the same spot, and I wonder why it hasn't healed. 7 months with no time off
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Your (mom's) house looks so pretty! It is all shiny and new-ish.
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Certaintly you are coming on the 22nd or whenever? Who gets to put the angel on the tree? I think it should be my turn!
Sorry.
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