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Good Evening

I haven't been a night owl for the past couple of years, so not sure what's gotten into me. I've either been robbed of my sleep or my body forgot how to make melatonin. It's midnight, and I just finished watching The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. It had me in tears and reminded me that we should cherish each moment, the good and ill.
Benjamin had a diary, which reminded me of how I hadn't written in a while. I've written in this diary since I was 14, and I'm 24 now, so this holds a decade of memories. One day I'm here; the next, I'm MIA. Lately, it's been hard to be honest and write down my thoughts. Not sure if it's because this is public, and maybe it's time to write ink on paper. Either that or shit is going to get real here soon.