It doesn't really matter what I plan or want or hope for myself. Fate or random bad luck or my expertise at screwing up, but it always goes wrong, I don't even manage to order the right things in bars, let alone organising my life. Well don't feel sorry, don't pat me on the back, don't ask. relatively soon I'l be well enough to pass for normal.
Edit: but normal or melancholic, I really should make more of a habit out of spell checks.
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