Prodigy's Life in Vague, Enigmatic, Slightly Confusing Terms

This diary does not (entirely) reflect my life, but perhaps my sole purpose of living: to have you leave more confused than you came in. Everything within is the truth, if you can manage to decipher it. Viel gluck, meine landeskunde.


117. Friday, August 28th.

You ever get that feeling of "What the hell just happened?" Multiply that by a good hundred and you'll be somewhere near the level I'm at now. I'll just keep it to that for the sake of not lacing this diary with as much profanity as my internal dialogue is currently spouting.


I'm not sure I'll be getting much sleep tonight.

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