Dear Diary

Hey there. You missed me?

It’s only been twenty years or so?

Yesterday I feared going outside. No. Not all together, just after I went “pink”. I promised my mother I’d confess later, and here I am.

Where to begin?

Oh, to start I have already confessed to wanting to be God’s intern, or having already applied and having been accepted, as well as having requested his job should ever want to leave a woman in charge while on vacation or something.

If that doesn’t do me in, I don’t know what will.

 

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