Undated - probably last five years
I am less secure in my righteousness. I've noticed that creeping up on me. A while ago I never thought about it, but now I often remember that I might not be in the right.
I tell myself stories about the people I meet. I explain why they are the disgusting way they are. I tell myself a story about [my? - illegible] addiction or the economy or about a person's inability to fit into the accepted framework of the world around them.
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