| “I don’t know who I am. I’m not who I thought I was. I’m more. I’m complicated in ways I’ve never realized before. Not happy or sad, but both, and all the shades in between, all the time. I can be afraid of the melting glaciers and still turn up the radiator in my room. I can buy cheap jeans in Primark and still feel sorry for exploited garment workers. I can contradict myself. I’m not supposed to be simple. I’m complicated. I’m a mess. I can think a hundred different things at once. I’m one insignificant creature and I’m the center of the universe. My existence has no meaning and my existence is its own meaning. I am therefore I am.”
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Maddy Fisher, from the book Rich and Mad, by William Nicholson |
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| I guess it's difficult.
Growing up.
I don't know what it is, I can't put a finger on it, but somehow... somewhere things have changed.
I no longer believe in perfect, I don't even know what perfect is anymore. I don't believe in best, I don't think I fully understand what it means either. I don't have much confidence in many things right now.
I wish I could say this all out and not write it down here for random people to see at their own time, but it gets tiring sometimes. You don't feel like keeping it in, but you don't actually feel like telling anyone face to face either.
Just that... right now, right at this moment, I wouldn't sacrifice my happiness for anything else.
Love like this
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| I hate this. When the days we don't talk run into weeks and eventually months and soon enough that friend would have become another distant memory. You'll look back and say "oh back then it was really nice and all but I don't know what happened to her" and then maybe there'll be a tinge of regret about the fact that you didn't stay in touch. Whatever it is, I know I've tried and I don't care anymore. |
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| ...Hi.
It's been a long time.
Cute smileys. 
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