Diary Entry #12, Saturday, March 16, 2019, 20:29
My co-workers sing along to the songs that play on the store intercom.
When I was in XXXXXXXXXXX, I was a member of XXXXX. I also had XXXXXXXXXXXXX. I liked to XXXX.
When I was in XXXXXXX, the activity continued. Unfortunately, my XXXXXXX issues got the better of me and I stopped.
Today, on the back to the house from work, I XXXX along to as many songs as I could. My voice is rough from disuse. And I don’t think I will ever be comfortable XXXXXXX in front of other people again, that’s okay.
I was happy today. That is enough.
















