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Apr 15, 2017 21:55

Sometimes
I wish
he was happy.

I wish I could make him happy.

Not just temporary.

But happy with life,
with existence.

But c'est la vie.

I wish
we really could have a happy summer together.

I wish
I didn't feel like the burden was on me.

Everything requires responsibility these days.
Now that I'm grown up.

Clean. Cook. Wash. Make money.
Even having sex is a demand.
Another chore.

No wonder I don't have any sex drive.

LMAO

What a turn
this journal has taken

What 10 years can do!

In some ways
I don't feel that much different.
Like, no way was that really a decade ago.

In other ways
I can hardly remember
all the little things
that used to cause me such distress.

Thank god for that, I suppose.

This too shall pass

I suppose.
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