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It's raining. I wish I could be one of those people who held a great appreciation for the rain. The rhythmic pitter patter, the beautiful drops of water falling from the sky. Some people dance in the rain, celebrating the symbolism of freedom. To me, rain is a barbed wire fence. Trapping me inside, dampening my spirits.
I am in the most odd sort of moods. the type where you do not know what you quite want to do. what you want to wear. and you can never get comfortable.
I am not unhappy. Just empty. They've broken me in such an unmendable way. It hurts loving everyone; just to have them break your heart everytime the line breaks.