Undetailed details.
Tuesday, 04/27/04 - 9:26 pm.

My mornings are odd brushes of some unknown disorder that cannot be found in text books, because my head makes it up. The afternoons, however filled with cortisol, are a little better.

Dear diary,
I wore long sleeves today. Yes!

The day was too long to be described as uneventful. It wasn't, really. But nobody needs the details.

Just now I learned a lot today: the decadence of education at my school, the pastry shop around the corner, brain injuries that cause a state of conscious coma, how the vagina is torn apart to let the newborn out, Anna Freud's theories on kids, symptoms of bordeline personality, and the ideas of a feminist psychoanalist.

I'm bringing down my psyche everyday.

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