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There exists a filter in my brain that I've constructed over years to maintain a positive outlook on life's happenings.

It's not exactly the worst-case scenario, but it's getting there.

I saw an old friend of mine in my dream last night.

My friend was arrested for shoplifting $70 of goods earlier this week.

I was late to my own party last week.

I feel like I can breathe again for a moment.

I suffer an insecure complex about my own writing.

An evil wizard has struck lighting bolts through the lives of many friends.

I'm desiring a purely anonymous space to publish some feelings.