It's late

Day 14,924

It’s late. Not too late, but I’m tired and I don’t want to write this. Too many thoughts, too many goddamn thoughts.

With practically every second, another news alert pops up. Something terrible, appalling, disgusting, or sad-it’s never good news. And I just think about it all. I just sit there and think about it. My focus tightens, my view narrows, and all I see is a tiny white spot off in the distance, before I pass out.

Today he started the process of kicking everyone out, closing us off from the rest of the world. I should move this site to Sweden where it might stand a chance.

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