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i tried optimism. it did nothing for me
18/09/02 @ 4:09 p.m.
It looks like, for the first time in mankind’s history, I was wrong. I know it must shake the very foundations of your belief system to hear that I’ve been wrong, but hear it you must, for wrong I have been, and carry on this sentence for too long have I also done. And my grammar started to go there too. Anyway, the point is my wrists aren’t getting better, they’re getting worse. And the painkillers I was taking for them have started giving me stomach aches as a side effect. And my face is covered in an egg-like substance. The reason my wrists felt better when I took the bandages off is because they’re getting so bad that the pressure of the bandages was too much for them. The idea of trying to do things without my bandages resulted in nothing but more pain, so it must have just been a few good days in a row that I mistook for recovery. All of which brings the scores to Life 58, Jim 0.
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