Dear Journal,
10mg of borrowed adderall gets me stiff-brushing dog hair out of the
Waffle House carpet. Powerful stuff. Went directly to Kristin's folkses,
where I am comfortable. It's nice. Snow on Christmas Eve, and I'm in a
good mood. It's going to work out. It can't NOT work out. I'm
invincible. The only way to stop me is to kill me.
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