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Dear diary Okay I don't actually know why I'm writing right now but apparently my brain has decided that sleep is optional and thinking about seventeen unrelated things at once is extremely necessary. First of all, why do I suddenly want chocolate? I literally had something sweet like an hour ago. This is getting concerning. Also I need to stop listening to the same song fifty times because at some point it stops being a song and becomes a personality trait. I remembered something embarrassing from three years ago. Why? Who asked my brain to do that? Nobody. And yet here we are. Also I really need to clean my room but every time I look at it I somehow become emotionally attached to every object sitting there. No, I cannot throw that away. Why? Because memories. What memories? I don't know. It's a random piece of paper. I want to go somewhere. Anywhere. I want cold weather and good food and pretty streets and absolutely no responsibilities for at least three business days. Actually, make that a week. Wait. I just remembered I have something to do tomorrow. Fuck. Anyway, I think I'm going to make hot chocolate. Or tea. Maybe both. This entry had absolutely no point. I like it.

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