novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- everyday I hate the devil's weed. It's prevalent in Oakland, and it ate part of my twenties. I don't want to go there again; the past few years have seen me on the precipice of almost going back there; I want to move forward in life. Just read through some old entries, and was amazed at the clarity with which I wrote. If this year has taught me anything, it's that I finally admit I need to write like I need to breathe. 8:17 pm - 09.29.10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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