A Conjurer's Journal
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Last published Thu, Dec 12, 2019
This is a journal that my therapist told me to start because "my pent up anger is a bad thing," and "I need to vent to something." She also said my drinking habits weren't helping.
"A whole keg in one night can kill you," and "it won't fix your issues." Karen really hates me. Well, journal and those probably reading after I blow up after some magic mishap, this is my life and dear god, if you exist, why me?
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