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820. Or, Every day I crucify myself.

"I think something's changed."

"Nothing's changed. You've settled."

"How do you figure?"

"You saw something you needed, kinda, and you decided to take it, even though it's not really what you wanted."

"I didn't call my therapist, did I?"

"Oh honey, it's like this every time you call."

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I feel really very strange. I know what I felt, what I saw, and what I did. But, damnit, I've been lied to so many times, I don't even believe myself anymore.

10:28 p.m. - 2004-01-17

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