This is a live recording, a living diary, an archive of my feelings, memories, contradictions, and truths that are always changing. Some of these truths don't even feel like mine anymore, yet I feel the urge to preserve it all.

I have tried to separate them, The mature from the childish. Sometimes I have even placed myself right in the middle, watching and judging as if none of this mess belongs to me. Some I have tried to prevent, and some I have let happen for the plot. But all of it, mine.

So there you have it, both my clean and dirty laundry

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