I need to write down, write it all down, figure out who he is, find the pattern.

It's the only way it's going to appear.

I've tried everything else, I gotta put myself together, I try to bring it together.

It's the best time I've been able to come up with over the seven years, two hundred and

twenty-five days I've lived today.

I'm certain about that number, at least, I think I'm certain.

How can I know if I double count it?

It's easier when the days were fewer, but now it's all jumbled, count, count, count, count,

maybe I'm losing today, maybe I can only take so much.

Oh, I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking you've already read this story, you've already seen this movie, it's

familiar to you.

Maybe you're thinking that you've lived the same day every day too, but that's just existential

angst coming from an overstimulated and under-exercised mind.

Your board in a rut upset that time is progressing, but your life isn't.

Give me a river, so let's have real problems.

Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.

Don't stop being there.

I need someone to be there, I need someone to talk to, even if it's just inside of your

head, nobody else will listen, believe me, I've tried.

I'm just frustrated.

It's been so long, it keeps happening over and over and over and over and over and over

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