Isn't anything bittersweet anymore? Fear has crept into my life and taints every future I think about. I don't sleep too well and when I dream they are either melancholy dreams or good dreams I regret aren't real. My sense of self-restraint is all but shot, I pretty much eat as bad as I want and am even staying up to write this and dwell in self-loathing.
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