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Dear Diary, I’ve been feeding my flesh . . . again.
Beep. Beep. Beep . . . I turn over to a sunshine filled bedroom and realize that, once again, I’ve slept in. Irritated, I crawl out of bed and go to turn off the alarm clock which has been dutifully alarming since–oh, I’m too ashamed to say. I may asRead More...