A little under a year ago, I said that I was probably the happiest that I'd ever been. That post was like a flower in a field of mud unfortintly, I found that I do absoultely but bitch and moan in my journal still. I found that when I take the time to write about something that matters to me, I'm not as bad a writer as I once thought myself to be
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