August flew by. What even was August? I can't remember a thing. It got very hot and humid and my depression sunk its claws in deep. I read some books and felt my creativity spark. I slept a lot. I spent a lot of money getting my car fixed.
On the last day of the month, my dear roommate and I went to a healing crystal shop. We got a tour of all meditation…
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