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Life is lovely.
Most of the time atleast.
I know I haven't written much, I've been rather busy, or perhaps preoccupied is a better word. But anyways, I refuse to let this journal die like my old one!
Don't you ever wonder how life sort of slips past you sometimes? All of a sudden months will have passed and you won't even realize untill you look back and something makes you remember who you were and how much you've changed.
It's a funny thing.
And a funny feeling.
Life is lovely.
But life is also rather confusing.
You may see this as a contradiction, but really it isn't.
Most of the time atleast.
I know I haven't written much, I've been rather busy, or perhaps preoccupied is a better word. But anyways, I refuse to let this journal die like my old one!
Don't you ever wonder how life sort of slips past you sometimes? All of a sudden months will have passed and you won't even realize untill you look back and something makes you remember who you were and how much you've changed.
It's a funny thing.
And a funny feeling.
Life is lovely.
But life is also rather confusing.
You may see this as a contradiction, but really it isn't.