I woke up early to finish something. Finished it. Then still shitstorm. Anxiety. Rise of temper. Pain.
Looked around.
There's no other life.
This is it.
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Day 65 of 108
Heaving a sigh. I am not having a good day, week, month, year. It is getting very very difficult and I think it will get stickier and toughe...
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