Me, rereading old entries in my diary: "I really need to start including the stuff that makes me feel good or at the very least okay in this thing, because I think I've read the line, 'I dunno, I'm just tired.' a touch too often after some of the most depressing bullshit I've yet to encounter, and I write angst for crying out loud."
Also me, reading my diary: "Yeah, that really was some bull hockey, huh? Man, volume two of this series is something else..."
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