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It's really interesting to me to see that other people have lives just like mine. Complicated. All that. Everyone else has relationships like mine. They love their mom as much as I love mine. They have best friends and do the same things with them as I do with mine. Everyone is so similar. It's strange to see a random person on the street and think that while I see them just once for a minute, they have lives behind that all of their own. They're not just here to take a place for my mind to see, they're here to serve a purpose. They're here... and they see me just as I see them. As nothing but a moment in time.
What I'm trying to say is kind of complicated, really. Maybe it only makes sense to me. Maybe only I care. I just wanted to say it. Because my poor little hands are going to get carpal tunnel if I write anymore in my notebook this week.
What I'm trying to say is kind of complicated, really. Maybe it only makes sense to me. Maybe only I care. I just wanted to say it. Because my poor little hands are going to get carpal tunnel if I write anymore in my notebook this week.