Man, I was re-reading some of what I'd written last year and it's strange to think I was so bitter. Not unfamiliarly strange, as it is when experiencing something for the first time.. but a different kind; strange like returning after a long absence and realizing that you'd rather not have come home.
But I'm tired, very, very tired, and I shall retire.
Until tomorrow,
ME.
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Where those dreams go.
Make yourself (BELIEVE).
I know it hurts. But it's life, and it's real. And sometimes it fucking hurts, but it's life, and it's pretty much all we got.
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