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Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.

It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

This is also a personal diary, so by reading it you are violating my privacy. And as it is a personal diary you are not allowed to hold anything you read in it against me, as you shouldn't have been reading it anyway.

Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.






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Monday, 21 October 2019

Monday

I was food matching today.  I did an average job of it.
As I did of the exercise matching.

The day I had to match to was too non-typical.

Otherwise, lunch with Greer was the only point of note.  It was very nice.

On the way home I broke down and cried as I was on on the busier foot traffic areas of the main street.  So winning at being a human.

Keep almost texting Shitlord, hypoglycaemia may be a problem if it happens again tomorrow.
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