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I love my family and being around them.
But there is nothing to look forward to here, maybe anywhere.
It gets harder to remember what not feeling lonely is like, because any memory is a trigger.
I shaved my beard, whatever that is.
I notice that I squint a lot, so someday i'll have those dense wings of creases on the outside of my eyes.
i miss the luxury of passing pain.
as ever,
e
But there is nothing to look forward to here, maybe anywhere.
It gets harder to remember what not feeling lonely is like, because any memory is a trigger.
I shaved my beard, whatever that is.
I notice that I squint a lot, so someday i'll have those dense wings of creases on the outside of my eyes.
i miss the luxury of passing pain.
as ever,
e