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A VERY BAD THING HAPPENED.

To say I’m surprised by how much changes even within just a year is so stupidly cliché and unnecessary of me. I feel like I sometimes write as if I’m the first person to ever experience very simple and common revelations and it drives me nuts because of course every living and breathing human being could tell you, yeah, things change a lot in a year. They’re supposed to. I’m not special.

I’d say I think about death in an incredibly self-absorbed way, because it usually comes up whenever I consider whether or not what I’m doing is actually Important or Worthy. This happens often. I am always stressed.

I think I’ve been dreaming about my teeth falling out because I am constantly surprised when I remember how people can exist without me. I don’t think I’m necessarily a vain person—I am just so easily obsessed with other people that it sets me back a bit when I realize that’s not really how things work for everyone else.

One of my favorite things to do (and coincidentally everyone around me’s least favorite thing I do) is to drop off the face of the Earth unexpectedly and without notice of when I’ll resurface again.

I read two articles earlier—one was on self-sabotaging and the other was on what to do when the person you like and want and who likes and wants you, ends up liking and wanting someone else too. Both made me feel kinda nauseous.

It’s so important you bring the essentials! Like makeup remover wipes and a strong sense of biting resentment!

CHEESE FRIES: “Insanely good” and “cheap” but “offset” by the fact that you will “inevitably” throw it all up in “less than an hour wait.”

But, like, should I start one?!?

It’s funny to read in my diaries how some of my worst moments happened in LA, but nostalgia makes me think it’s ok to go back. I said this to someone recently and they thought that “funny” was a weird way of describing it.