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It's cold again, which really sucks something fierce because gloomy weather puts me in a gloomy mood. It's raining and my mind is hazy and everything is tinted grey. I can't help but wonder what the world looks like through someone else's eyes. But I guess it's just one of those days where I'll sit here and wonder if I perceive the colors in my crayon box the same way you do.
Things aren't good. They aren't bad either, I guess, but I don't really know what to say about it. I'm not happy, but I'm trying. It's going to take a lot more work than I'm willing to admit, and it's so much easier to hide behind a smile when the thoughts running through my head are enough to make me burst into tears.
I'm feeling the same way all over again. And I did nothing to deserve it.
Things aren't good. They aren't bad either, I guess, but I don't really know what to say about it. I'm not happy, but I'm trying. It's going to take a lot more work than I'm willing to admit, and it's so much easier to hide behind a smile when the thoughts running through my head are enough to make me burst into tears.
I'm feeling the same way all over again. And I did nothing to deserve it.