Writing my troubles away. Does anyone else feel this way? Yes, normally I would smoke a joint and sleep like a boulder (and wake up like a slug), but after two weeks now at my beloved mother’s, off of everything, I am roughly confronted with all my internal struggles. And so I burden the empty page for being burdened is its purpose.

When I get home in a little over a week and start “normal” life again I will stop myself in my tracks and start again.

I will be calmer. I want to be at peace with my friends and flatmates and especially with myself. I will install a lock on my door because I’m sick of paranoia and mistrust, and buy things for myself that I will keep to myself. If I need people for something, I will let them know. If the answer is unsatisfactory, I just…

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