The present's just a pleasant interruption to the past.

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I inherently suck my stomach in when I'm genuinely insulted; I've known this for quite some time, now, but only recently have I thought about why this might be. I can't tell if it's my reminder to breathe, to dodge the bullet aimed at the very core of me; I don't know if it's a preemptive strike to stop tears that I'll keep in then, but will certainly come later. Perhaps it's merely my body retaliating physically to an emotional punch in the stomach. I don't pretend to know.

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Everything is swell.
I feel giddy and sometimes all it takes is a patch of blue sky on a cloudy day to make the entire day a fair-weathered one. :)