A diary thingy to vent
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Hi. This will be a sort of diary thingy to keep myself busy while I adjust to my new ADHD meds. This is not really for people to read cause I really don't care if anyone reads this. It's more or less just my way of venting about certain frustrations and things like that. Nothing that will give off too much info that is. I'm gonna at least try to be smart and safe. I suck ass at both tbh. I just fell like making this so I will. This and the note book I keep with me will be packed with bullshit by the end of this week. Can't wait to show some of this to my therapist.
Have a nice day
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