I N T H E N I G H T K I T C H E N
I'm working on two horrible projects. Miserable.
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Writing in a paper journal is not nearly as cathartic as I thought it would be. The last time I kept a journal was during the younger years and during the impassioned, 13-year-old-girl hormonal-angst-of-epic-proportion years. Then, nothing felt better than crying my heart out to some godawful 80s pop while scrawling my pain away in some ratty journal that I was sure to cast aside until the next meltdown.
There's a little crying but not much comfort. What's so different?
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