Life immitating art, or art immitating life?
After having a dream that I should be recording my memoirs I scrapped my old journal and started a new one. Last night my writing was so much better since I had it in my mind to be recording my life as it is today instead of just the dirty goss and emotional venting that I usually write about.
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Here’s the thing though…my last journal was falling apart from the first entry. I kept writing in it even if all the pages were unbound. And that’s kinda how my last few months have been since I bought it. Things have been much steadier as of late, and it’s only natural that I have a book to suit the mood.
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