Friday, January 19, 2024

oh yeah

I used to write in this. When was that? Seems so long ago. 

I forget this world is frozen when I'm gone. I suppose one day I'll never come back. What will happen, I wonder. Better not blow up or something. I'd rather it didn't make a mess. 

It's Friday night and I'm not out partying. I'm usually not. I'm thinking of all the decluttering I'd like to do but probably won't. 

I probably will a little. It feels like it's time. 

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