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November 14, 2011
I slept without monsters clawing at my window, and, oh god, what a relief that was. I dreamed of a tiny fairy instead who smiled every time she saw me and sent me lucky wishes when I felt sad. It was such a strange and wonderful feeling to feel safe in my bed, I stayed there for most of the day. Hardly productive, but who cares about that?

It has been a while since I've written anything worth reading, hasn't it? Today will not be the day I fix that problem. Have I lost the skill or just the motivation?