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Drove six hours today. It rained on and off. I can’t stop thinking about Intermezzo. [] kept trying to call me. I don’t know what there is to say, not in a bitter way because I like him honestly, but like, can’t a thing ever just rest? It’s weird to be in the reversed position for once.
Stared at my skin for thirty minutes in the mirror when I got home. All pink and puffy from too much sun. Googled questions about wrinkles and pore sizes. Bad feminist. Ordered teeth whitening strips.
Fought off intrusive thoughts about every text I’ve ever sent. Bricked my phone for over six hours today. Must consciously tell myself not to think about endlessly scrolling as a treat for surviving another day. Drank two cups of black tea before bed.
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