(Context (?): a vague yearning to be blunt and unfiltered, a forced need to actually express myself)

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(Pretending that I have some lead-in sentences here, because apparently I'm too lazy and brain-dead)

I'm not holding back, I'm letting it all out.

...

I have nothing on my mind. Seriously, I don't.

I'm literally writing this line solely for the purpose of looking like I'm doing something productive.

And now I'm reminiscing about the countless times when I write something for the sake of looking productive. Most of the time it ends up unfinished. Others are when it turns into random rambles about the most unnecessary things, with some moral-of-the-lesson lines to make it a bit more meaningful.

(probably skipped the page - probably wanted to write some more but couldn't at that moment and ultimately forgot to update)

(...)

I wonder if I should just stop wondering.

Nice quote, should be imprinted on something important like my yearbook or my grave.

Best thing is that I thought up the quote myself. Worst thing is that it's seemingly the only sane thought I have during this period.

(tried to make the page aesthetic but failed)

(...)

Actually feel good. My mind felt clear after a while opening up with an acquaintance about my relationship with others. Finally find a way out. I guess sharing really is beneficial.

It's quite a shame how I already forgot the notion and reasons behind the decisions that temporary sharp mindset had.

Just that I know I have to follow that decision.

(highlighted quite some parts, even tried writing with bold letters)

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That's enough diary sneak peaks for a day.

Enough random thinking for a day.