Day 115 - A Short Sort of End

I don't like how this blog serves as a reminder of the rate of the passing of time. I will most likely have to end it soon. Probably right given the amount of chat gpt posts recently. Might just post when I feel the urge to stop me from begrudgingly resenting it.

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