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Life is something that has to be lived and not talked about.
Why is it on the brisk, bright days I find myself growing nostalgic? I find myself stopping with the activity I'm doing and just looking out the window, staring at the clear, blue sky and sighing sadly to myself, wondering why. I find myself wondering the whys of life, but I try not to get boggled down in them. But, it's hard. And I know I'm not explaining myself in the way that I want, but what else is new.
I'm sorry my friends, but not for not being able to explain myself clearly here, but for not being able to explain myself during and through our past interactions and hopefully future ones, but that has yet to be seen.
I'm not sorry for being me, but that doesn't mean that I'm not sorry for some of my actions. It's funny how friends can become regrets.
I will continue to work on living for me and hopefully that love will spread and the ones that are close will feel it. So, on such a beautiful I hope it finds you all: beautiful.
Now, I must go ask the dandelion for my smile back, he's been holding it for a bit too long.
Why is it on the brisk, bright days I find myself growing nostalgic? I find myself stopping with the activity I'm doing and just looking out the window, staring at the clear, blue sky and sighing sadly to myself, wondering why. I find myself wondering the whys of life, but I try not to get boggled down in them. But, it's hard. And I know I'm not explaining myself in the way that I want, but what else is new.
I'm sorry my friends, but not for not being able to explain myself clearly here, but for not being able to explain myself during and through our past interactions and hopefully future ones, but that has yet to be seen.
I'm not sorry for being me, but that doesn't mean that I'm not sorry for some of my actions. It's funny how friends can become regrets.
I will continue to work on living for me and hopefully that love will spread and the ones that are close will feel it. So, on such a beautiful I hope it finds you all: beautiful.
Now, I must go ask the dandelion for my smile back, he's been holding it for a bit too long.