These past few months have been nothing spectacular, all just work and play pretend. To appear to all that i am fine, happy and content... where not a soul could understand the depths of my desolate being. So many things have happened and yet it felt like nothing is worth talking about. They feel just like... water, like when you try and gather them with both hands and irretrievably they slip.. away. It's all intangible, almost unreal.
Was hoping to start off with a happy entry... guess not. Tough luck for myself, bummer.
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