Dear Journal
The past week has passed by in a haze. Fifty cigarettes a day, inane but sweet friends, some alcohol, and my love. Ruminating, thinking, imagining ---an age-old fault of mine. Fantasies, love interests, stories in my head.
The best thing was that I went through my period after a long time.
I have come to believe that reality is far more interesting than imagination, but imagination and love make the world go around. Love is all there is.
May I exhibit only love and tolerance.
Love,
Me.
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