I’ve been keeping a diary since 1994.
For thirty years I have been carting thirty-plus books of varying shape and size from home to home every time I move, always with a niggling fear that I will die unexpectedly one day and those close to me will end up reading all my fucking nonsense and think I’m a massive twat1.
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