Dear diary,
Another chaotic day. I hate to but I still have to deal with few things. Sometimes I wish I could run away and leave all this to rot in my absence.
Another thought. Will it really rot in my absence?
I choose to run away temporarily and sip on some chai... away from the chaos.
Within a few seconds, the relief from the taste of ginger dies down with another round of chaos.
- Hassled & Harrowed
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