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it was nice being by the river with joel again. had been a while. played some folk. he asked me about film photography and through talking about it i remembered what i love. reminisced about "we're in the fucking river!"

no doubt that boy and i have seen better days.

been feeling more hopeless than ever these few days. i have so little faith in myself. don't see the strength to pull through all of this in me.

the vision of everything falling into favour is blurring more and more with each passing moment