Once again I haven’t followed through with the promise to myself to write more. A lot of the time I feel as though there’s not much to express. I can recall a couple of days that I felt were colossally disastrous, but opted not to write. Often times after the bad days pass they don’t seem as bad as I thought they had and am glad I didn’t write in my irrational state. Bad days happen and then you move on, but sometimes what happens stays with you. Like the night of my accident; I’m s...
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