Diary of Surrender, Week 8: Dispatches from the Void of Inevitability

I have nothing left to say, but my heroes do.

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I’m writing a diary about my year of giving up, although I may give up on this too. Who knows? You can read about why I’m giving up here, and the previous week of saying fuck it here. (The term “week” is used loosely).