where does the good go
Every day is a little bit the same now, but it doesn't scare me as much as it used to. Developing a routine has established some sanity, and I would not be scared to keep living the way I am living now for a long while.
But it will change.
I don't feel like growing older, but I feel like I want to be comfortable in this skin. I want it to fit me, and I want to be happy. As temporary as happy is.
HEAD. Ache.
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weird how i just wrote a blog stating the exact opposite of this, but i understand where you're at-as crazy as that may sound. i'm losing my days and my mind. God is good though
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