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Somewhere in America, there's a hard drive in a web server to which, for the past three years, I've been uploading a steady stream of doubt, humor, depression, self-concern, oddity, family, idiocy, embarassment... mostly some form of my love. Thank you for the chance. It's amazing how much faster you can grow as a person when you read your life over again. Ah Diaryland, your stupid unintuitive interface and ridiculously limiting design templates helped me rediscover myself as a person and occasional writer. Goodbye. |
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