The author thinks of dying but fears paper cuts Today was crazy. Never sleep at midnight. It does no good with my disposition. Never write names, places, or anything particular lest somebody read your entries. Use 'this' or 'that' without leaving any clue. Only I will know and I will forget them in a day. Tonight I broke the rule, I wrote down everything. When I've lay them all down, everything has become a joke. Even the pages do not understand me. Sitting does no good for me. My back is broken.
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