The Black Journal

I’m 27 years old. In some ways, I am young. I am naive. And I am completely oblivious of the world around me. In other ways, I am past my “prime”. I am told my biological clock is ticking. And I am now aware that I am completely alone. These conflicting thoughts in my mind lead me on the path to find “my one”. A path so completely misguiding and thwarted, that it has taken me to today. Here. Now. These are my stories.

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