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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.

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Tuesday, 1 February 2022

I hate being a sick person

Did the dishes, and somehow the was exhausting enough to leave me feeling like I was going to throw up from the exertion. What the fuck, meat sack! That makes no sense.

Also, have a new neighbour replacing the old lady that moved out. Little old man, I think it was his teenage grandkids who were moving his stuff. But once again seems like someone too old and frail to be on the top floor of a building with no lifts.

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