I am loving the closure this diary brings me.
I was thinking of a million things the other night, per usual. I thought of how competitive facebook is, eagerly awaiting to input their eternal gratitude and happiness yet unwilling to insert the loud... or bitchy... or shameful... emotion of the day. Thank you, internet, for creating a cylon world.
I thought about how many lives I have touched and have touched mine. I have had to take the stand and be the quiet shadow that changes one man's path forever. Maybe it was part of his destiny and I was just a key. Maybe there is no destiny. No mission. Just an endless sea of decision with no mercy or hindsight ready to drown us at any point. End of line.
8:52 p.m. - 2014-01-08
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