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.


52. Wednesday, June 24th.

My hands are shaking, and I don't know why. Huh.


I find this quote from my elderly grandmother both ironic and fitting for my life:

"I may be going to hell in a handbasket, but at least I'm enjoying the ride."

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