it's strange, really, that when my life is lying in shambles at my feet, i'm full of things to say- eloquent, overdramatic spurts of written frustration. But when i'm happy, when i'm settled, i don't need or know how to say anything. it's almost a foreign feeling, which is pathetic.but hey.
i mean, of course there are things i'd change about my life
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