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[jillymilly]

I don't think I can write anymore, chunks and chunks of words backspaced into nothingness. Not to be unthankful, because the last time I remember writing close to beautifully was when I was angsting immensely... and right now I'm happy. There just isn't anything to wallow about anymore, and that's good. But often I find myself not thinking enough, where I used to think too much

Love is quite an enigma