Thursday, July 4, 2019


Every time I thought I found a new threshold for tolerating disappointment, the world manages to break it.

Oh God, Why.

Why, Diary?

There is so little good & too much disappointment. It's all just so... disappointing. It's too disappointing. I live the word. I feel it every minute of every day. Who shares my concern.

I want to accept new things.

There are no new things to accept.


There are no acceptable new things.

But still. right now it's

There are no new things to accept.

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