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Diary – 2024/08/17

The most beautiful thing I saw today. I felt both jealous and happy. I wish all mothers were like this. I wish all sons were like this. Mom is on OnlyFans. Her son is behind the camera. That's what I call family. Respect, love...

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Diary – 2024/08/17

People are divided into two groups: the beautiful and the not-so-beautiful. Beautiful women and beautiful men deserve to live in the most beautiful way possible. They should never have to work or be made to work. Unle...

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Diary – 2024/08/17

I click here, I click there. Everything is awful. It's embarrassing. So much so that I can't even find myself awful and embarrassing enough after seeing this. What's going on? What's happening? We're so weird. Everyone is...

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Diary – 2024/08/17

Being among the losers isn't a dramatic situation. There are no winners, for fuck's sake. If you lose, you're ordinary. You're not even worth thinking about. I find comfort mostly in looking at the children working in mines i...

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Diary – 2024/08/17

I'm very lucky, but I'm very unhappy. Now think about the others. Being a man is a huge advantage. I feel sorry for girls. If they're beautiful, it's one problem; if they're not beautiful, it's another. Even if they are beautiful, the...

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Diary – 2024/08/17

Friday, August 16, 2024. Clearfield, Utah. This place is swarming with mosquitoes. I arrived last night, but since my appointment is tonight, I've been here for a day. Hopefully, they'll unload the cargo soon. I wasted a day....

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Diary – 2024/08/16

One day, If I can get out of driving trucks one day; If I can find time to exercise; I'll exercise too. Sure. Because exercising is a good thing. Both for health, And maybe girls will like it too. Could it happen? It could. It will pro...

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Diary – 2024/08/15

There are two people I pray will die every day: one is my mother, the other is my father. A person can only have two enemies in this world: one is their mother, the other is their father. Actually, they were our closest friend...

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Diary – 2024/08/13

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My heart is crying silently A tear drips from my heart into my eyes I can't see I wonder to myself, maybe Wasn't it too short? Didn't it end too soon? Wasn't it such a shame? It ended, and what remains Is only regret A lit...

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Diary – 2024/08/13

August 25, 2024, Sunday. Moline, Illinois. I wasn't throwing away the water bottles. I was waiting for the right evening. Because one evening, an old black man came by on his bike to collect empty bottles from the trash...