Second journal in one night, you can tell I'm depressed.
Sitting three-days deep in an awkward silence my mind starts to speak for those who will not. It’s an agonizing ordeal and I can hardly keep myself from tears or worse. I start walking through the year as I’ve experienced it thus far and realize I have never made so many mistakes so quickly as I have since the first of this year up to now, in
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