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Saturday, July 5, 2025
My Mind keeps coming back to...
The same thoughts. The same thoughts. I space out for hours. I still struggle to read. I can read short articles, but my attention isn't good enough to follow a chapter of a book, when I watch tv I constantly miss parts. I'm struggling to write. I'm not finding that peace. Being around people makes me nervous. I lost interest in activities. I'm less interested in food.
Good Saturday Gweenville County!
Fresh off our Fourth of July Hangovers, are we? Vlad was flying around all gnight, di cwazy bat, looking for an open blood connection. He came home fwustrated and thirsty.
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