It's always amazing to me how a single day can prove so entirely inconsequential. Stitting in my mother's car this evening, I found myself pondering over and over again exactly what words I could possibly synthesize to make sense of my overwhelmed persona and introspective hell.
Ironically enough, I've come to discover yesterday's entry.
After twenty-four hours, absolutely nothing in my life has changed.
How remarkably pathetic.
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