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hmmm.
music helps me reflect.
and currently I see how far I have come. I'm not sure if I like it. I see my old self, like Julie from High School. I seemed really fun and loving, full of life. I feel like I'm not quite there anymore. I don't know. Sometimes I'm really happy and I feel the way I used to, kind of carefree. But then the gloom and doom of the world swallows me whole and I reflect.
Do I want to be an angry realist?
or a happy dreamer?
Why can't I be both?
music helps me reflect.
and currently I see how far I have come. I'm not sure if I like it. I see my old self, like Julie from High School. I seemed really fun and loving, full of life. I feel like I'm not quite there anymore. I don't know. Sometimes I'm really happy and I feel the way I used to, kind of carefree. But then the gloom and doom of the world swallows me whole and I reflect.
Do I want to be an angry realist?
or a happy dreamer?
Why can't I be both?