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[human_mechanism]

The sun braved dusty blinds and a thick plane of glass to light the living room up. A feint musty smell of dogs filled the air, but only for the visitor without that inane tolerance one builds up subconsciously over time. My knuckles were bleeding down to my fingertips. I hadn't punched the sidewalk, so much as I lashed my knuckles along it with a

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[gypsydelirium]

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[human_mechanism]

Thanks for reading.

I look back sometimes not long after a post and feel a bit bad about this journal being so gloomy. I guess I only feel like exercising the therapy of writing when there's need for the therapy aspect.

Depression or any other negative states haven't taken hold at all, though at times when memories and sentiments are fresh in my head, I have grown fond of writing them down in here to keep them bright and undistorted for me to reflect on in later years.

[gypsydelirium]

np. your main page is all black so you have to highlight to read it. haha.

&&& we never get to see the happy aspects.

thats good. reflecting on them later is what keeps depression in perpetuation.