Journal 1: Returning to free-writing, expressing

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Diving headlong into consequence unknown. Words thrown. Fragmented thoughts. Inhibition. Fear. I’m daunted by the repercussions of honesty, bluntness and frivolity.

Impropriety.

Lean, above average height, awkward, impatient. OCD.

Shit.

OCD.

Can’t really be me.

I’m not a product of society.

I’m a product of family.

No. I am past thirty, I am no more moulded. I am complete. I am me.

I tried ignoring the gossipers. Conversing females with heightened intonation and overwrought expression exact my agreement.

Social convention. Manipulation.

Hate who you want to hate. You don’t read. I hate your uninformed opinion. Now leave me be. I want to watch buff Western men doing carpentry.

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