20 August 2024- four in the morning, coming into a Wednesday

I dislike my clear glasses. Could be that I don’t clean them well enough, or maybe it’s because they’re cheap, but they get all gunky where the lenses meet the frame and it makes me feel unkempt.

I’m starting to get real tired of feeling, being, unkempt. But I’m slowly digging my way out.

I’ve got contacts now which slightly give me a headache but ultimately, that’s worth it.

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