In here are my deepest, most personal thoughts. There's a lot of joy. And months worth of probably the saddest I've ever been. I'm getting better day by day but I'm not yet brave enough to read back to those days when things were the worst. Out of fear of reliving it and breaking apart again. I'm only just starting to slowly heal. It's scary that a notebook can have that much power over me. But it's not the notebook, is it? It's my past, the truest form.
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