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days are oddly
empty and monochrome.
feel drained. there has been a fujoshit infestation
on the server, and i watch the words scroll by without reading them or into them. feel drained. i do not think i belong there, nor have i ever. i've been a laughing stock.
hoping that i find some way to pass the time and some time soon i can begin being an actor in my own life again. up until now, i've ignored the body, it was secondary to my existence. but i've read sun and steel and i've realized that the body is near equivalent to the self. words are indeed corrosive,
and they get me caught up in sinkholes of doubt and depression.
they deface reality and progressively solubilize me as well. based mishima is based.
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