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[mad_again]

My nineteenth birthday is coming up soon. That means it would be a year since I've been out of the asylum. I guess that's some form of progress, though I hope that I don't regressed because of my memories. It's bad enough that I think old nurse Witless wants to send me back there.

Which reminds me, I haven't seen her in a while. Which is good, since I'm tired of giving her every last pound that I have.