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My last entry was typical. Maybe that bothers me. Or maybe I just can't stand that I sounded like a lovesick little junior high girl. It's not like that. I promise.
Why is it that, in a day in which i wore a sweater than i should never have worn with faded jeans and i longed for interlaced fingers and sincerity and in which I chose to act angry instead of entranced, I managed to find the answer for why I want to be a lawyer in a literature class and and some pictures from my mom in the mail?
So much of life really is beautiful, and I just wish I had the courage to show it sometimes.
Why is it that, in a day in which i wore a sweater than i should never have worn with faded jeans and i longed for interlaced fingers and sincerity and in which I chose to act angry instead of entranced, I managed to find the answer for why I want to be a lawyer in a literature class and and some pictures from my mom in the mail?
So much of life really is beautiful, and I just wish I had the courage to show it sometimes.