Journal 3

 

 

Oct 15

 

It's loud, and then quiet. Calm followed by chaos. Too often I'll hear it, and chase after it.

 

Too often it's something that puts me in danger. But thrills are addicting. I'm addicted to anything that makes my heart sing. How dangerous is that?

 

 

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