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October 23, 2013
...And I don't want to talk about what I did this day, or others, anyway. I don't want to look back at this batch, and remember the details of what I had for dinner, or the self-consciousness of being the only female in a room full of more senior old white males.

I don't want to remember the bad things, but I also don't want to remember the good things. Because when I re-read those, too, I will do so ad nauseam, wearing the memory down to the threads like an overused cassette tape.