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Ongoing, First published Feb 07, 2017
Dear diary,

That sounds silly, like this whole thing. This is ridiculous; I don't know how this is supposed to help anything.... I guess I'll start again.

Hi,

Today's the first day of my new "treatment", keeping a journal to record my thoughts, feelings, blah, blah, blah.

How am I feeling today? I'm bored, I'm dead inside. I don't really feel anything. Emotionally, that is. Physically, I feel like an old rag doll. Torn at the seams and falling apart. My body hurts, I'm still finding bruises when I look in the mirror. My back, my ribs, my throat. You name it, there's probably a bruise there.

I'm getting poetic, aren't I? Well that's all I have to say. It's not like there's anything interesting going on in my life. 

Sincerely, Jazz.
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