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I've spent the past few days trying to make sense of what's going through my mind.
I have come to the following conclusions:
I miss summer terribly. And I've figured out why. Summer is freedom. It's giving me a false sense of something I really don't have. I don't have rules. But that's not what I want.
And I believe I only miss summer, because I am stuck with this cold. Stuck inside, stucky by myself. The christmas season is by far the happiest, but even more, the lonliest.
I have come to the following conclusions:
I miss summer terribly. And I've figured out why. Summer is freedom. It's giving me a false sense of something I really don't have. I don't have rules. But that's not what I want.
And I believe I only miss summer, because I am stuck with this cold. Stuck inside, stucky by myself. The christmas season is by far the happiest, but even more, the lonliest.