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It's almost becoming consistent. Sometimes I get into this tangent where I write letters to an unknown recipient in which I try and plead my case. That im not just being angsty or childish, and almost like clockwork it ends up crumpled up or burned halfway through. There's so much growing to do, yet im happy in my present shoe size. Because if the footprints I make in life get any bigger, it means I have even greater strides to do, and if I have bigger strides to do, I might actually have to get around to learning to love myself.
In the meantime, bad habits will help me come down from those lofty heights again, like a piece of paper thrown out of an old cabinet and drifting back to the slums.
Isaac didn't die.
Regine came back.
Bloody hell, if he hadn't died centuries ago, I'd let him know..
K. -- Infinite Resignation doesn't work if there is determination on the other end.
In the meantime, bad habits will help me come down from those lofty heights again, like a piece of paper thrown out of an old cabinet and drifting back to the slums.
Isaac didn't die.
Regine came back.
Bloody hell, if he hadn't died centuries ago, I'd let him know..
K. -- Infinite Resignation doesn't work if there is determination on the other end.