Reading back logs on things really makes me...whats the word...mad, no...confused, no. I don't know how to describe it actually. I know that when I wrote a lot of those things I was hurting inside. Hurting with great intesity, but not nearly as bad as other times in my life. It wasn't just what I wrote that I read about. I read some things
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