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You know, this is one of those days where pouring my heart out to a blinking cursor seems helpful. But I'll restrain myself. I've never been able to write very personally in this thing. It just seems too...open.
I want to write twenty sad songs and a slew of love letters, but I can't find the courage to do either because I'm too damn selfish. And I'm too terrified of a response. Apologies are so apathetically given these days. Everything about this week has just made me cringe. All I need is a little bit of an attitude adjustment and probably some comfort food.
Blah. Enough of my nonsense.
I want to write twenty sad songs and a slew of love letters, but I can't find the courage to do either because I'm too damn selfish. And I'm too terrified of a response. Apologies are so apathetically given these days. Everything about this week has just made me cringe. All I need is a little bit of an attitude adjustment and probably some comfort food.
Blah. Enough of my nonsense.