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I'm giving out advice to people as if I knew anything about answers.
I don't.
But I'm sure as fuck better off.
All the emptiness I was embracing is starting to fade off into background noise. It's not disappearing, and it never will, but it's becoming less a crippling thing and more a limp. The light of day is the only place that I stretch out for warmth anymore and I want to keep it that way.
I'm making this house a home. Because the house always wins.
Mixed metaphors. Mixed fucking metaphors.
I don't.
But I'm sure as fuck better off.
All the emptiness I was embracing is starting to fade off into background noise. It's not disappearing, and it never will, but it's becoming less a crippling thing and more a limp. The light of day is the only place that I stretch out for warmth anymore and I want to keep it that way.
I'm making this house a home. Because the house always wins.
Mixed metaphors. Mixed fucking metaphors.