A year ago, I was disgusted at how I was a year before that. But now, I'm disgusted at how I was a year ago.

I think I'm so enlightened sometimes, but there's nowhere to go but up. I guess I need a more aimless life, and there's nothing to clearly mark a section of my life.

For now, though, I don't want to type anything. So I suppose, more Animal Crossing.
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