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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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Sunday, 8 December 2019

Brains

Woke in the middle of the night, super angry at Shitlord.  And lay awake for hours seething in said anger.  Because I am exhausted all the time even when I succeed at sleeping decently.  So helpful stupid Matthew brain.

Then I woke early thinking about the first person I ever thought i might have been in love with, back in high school.  I am pretty sure he didn't know, though was convinced everyone could tell at the time.
I messaged him on facebook when I got up, though in all the years I have had him on facebook he has never replied to any of my messages.

In the last five minutes it went from dry out to significant surface flooding - this is not Dunedin weather.  Stupid climate change.
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