Sometimes I hate reading back through my LJ archives. As much as I've gained in my life, as much as I'm on the cusp of making a life of my own, on my own, I've lost so much. That's life, sure. But my journal from 2004 to 2009 seems like a tapestry of loss and longing, and reading it makes me sad. I really need to shake the dust off of my phone
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