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I heard this jazz song on the radio that sang "women are changing the world one conversation at a time". It's been on my mind a lot. I've been in the need of a good conversation, not that I'm not blessed to have friends. Something kin to therapy. I can't afford therapy and don't even want to go. Last night, I sent gpt all my diary entries and asked questions about myself.

I rather live in spirals than in circles, at least when I'm spiraling I come out the other side. I can't live another year of being stuck in myself. It would be a waste of my time to keep writing something with no resolve. I've made it clear that I live in inner conflict these days, no I have to acknowledge that these opposing forces are actually one in the same. There's no war inside me. No one wins in war, everyone is just fighting to lose a little less. I have nothing to lose by giving that up.

I'm getting better at this, even when it doesn't look like I am I must be. There's no going back. I don't have a single good reason to kill myself because the horrible things already happened. I could never know what will hurt me or by who. Trauma that behaves like a neural chlamydia. I keep looking back to double check where I am and where I've been in the hopes I can find where I'm going, but the only guarantee is that I'll act out what I believe.

I'm so caught up in my impermanence I haven't really treasured how sacred it is that I put in the effort to enjoy life in all phases. I can't wait for permission to live anymore. I think the first step is pretending nothing is bothering me. I've felt it, I've acknowledged it, I spoke on it, the final stage of alchemizing is forgetting it. I will never be able to listen to the song playing in any other place but here. This world is rancid just like me, but unimaginably beautiful. I could say a lot but at least I've never been bored. This might be how I get out of the bottom.

I'll water where joy grows. I like being cute and standing out. I don't think that's ever going to change so I have to put in the effort to make space for it.If I have an outlet for that then I'm successful and that's all that really matters. I wish I could step out of myself just to sit myself down at the end of a bad day. Just to be able to remind myself that I'm not going to let myself down.

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