I looked back through some previous paper journals of mine this weekend.
I don't recognize any of those selves who wrote those entries. I see that I mostly try, try again to start fresh, with a clean slate, but then fall directly into my tirades of self-pity and then proceed to jump back onto the Emotional Express. I must have three whole years' worth of the same same sameness.
Something's gotta give.
It's MY life. Get busy living or get busy dying...
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