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I guess that I'm pretty happy lately. Sometimes I don't feel too happy but usually only when I'm trying to sleep, and usually only on the rare nights that I'm alone, so maybe it has something to do with that. I feel okay with the love not being that way not really not yet not now but really it actually is. I also feel okay with being the missing piece to the puzzle because she's that for me too sometimes. Except sometimes I wish that the puzzle hadn't been taken apart in the first place because I miss my other(old) friends. Recently I've been learning about all the things that go into waking up everyday and all the things that go into making it work and I think soon I'll have mastered them both. I'm just exhausted. In twenty-one days I'll be eighteen.