Despite the trend of my self-indulgent soupy melancholy entries, turmoil is at an all-time low.
i'm terrified to admit what i'm feeling. How silly is it to be horrified at your own happiness?
Admitting something pleasant is saturating my life makes me paranoid that noting its existence will end it and i'll go plummeting back into some pitiful place
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