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Blah. I miss being in love with somebody. It's about the only lacking aspect of my life that still has the power to depress me, because I certainly don't feel empowered to change things to the way I'd like them to be; I mean, that's not really how it's supposed to work, right? Saying so makes me feel lame and banal, but I just feel empty without it. I kind of thought that it'd lessen after awhile, but with time I just feel more emotionally isolated and despondent. It's been at least a year since my emotions have been clusterfucked over somebody, in any little way at all, and sometimes I wonder if I'm still capable of being that raw. It's probably just conceited worrying.
It might help to just write it out.
It might help to just write it out.