It was but then I realized, that I was holding onto something that didn’t exist anymore. That the person I missed didn’t exist anymore. People change. The things we like and dislike change. And we can wish they couldn’t all day long, but that never works.
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Things We Tell Ourselves in the Dark, pt 6
After reading through old journals, I found this piece again and felt the familiar twist in my gut. I don’t know what it was about summer that kept me writing with such ease, but I’m anxious to get back to it again.
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i would really like to be the kind of person who someone else is proud of.
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Hahahaha!
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