JUNKING THE JOURNAL
She rolled onto her side and turned her head to mine. She kissed me, then whispered in my ear.
'I'm so pleased with myself', she said.
'I've given up authorship and erased my past. Bought a shredder from Tesco; it was shredded so fast. Carthartic and satisfying, if slightly embarrassing. I've saved all the paper I didn't write on. The paper that's left will last a life-time.
'My journals, you see, I try to describe me; but, the minute I don't like me, I buy a new diary. . .
'It's resulted in a lot of wasted paper and time.'
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