11.04.02
Pressure.
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Okay, that last entry? It should've taken four minutes. Five, tops. I mean, it was just stream-of-consciousness, "here's-what-we-did-on-Friday-night" kind of stuff. But I sat there for the better part of three hours, trying to find the right words. The. Exact. Right. Words.

Why? Because now I know you're reading. Now I know there's more than my mom and my three friends checking in, wanting to see what I've written. So now of course, I can't write. Nothin.' No words.

I hope you're happy. You stole my mojo.

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