Throughing myself in to this. Again. But in this case a little bit more seriously. Last time, 2015, I did it because I did not feel well at all, but no doctor was taking me seriously. I tried all different ways to manage my situation, amongst them; starting a blog. A blog of creative shit. And I still love that kind of shit, still talking shit. I am so sorry for saying bad words (talking to my sister and mother), but it would not be me if I did not say some bad words, every now and then. This morning has been all about shit. Actual shit.
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