oct. 01

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a new month begins today.

it's not as magical as the start of a new year, but it still fills me with hope.

hope that maybe i will be able to figure out who i am this year. hope that, if i just try, all of the pieces will fall into place.

i've read online that there are many benefits in keeping a journal, and i hope that by doing this, i reap some of them.

but it's too soon to tell.

i guess i have to keep writing to see.

farewell, future me?

remi ☽

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