For the first time in a year and a half.
and I hate it.
It's painful, scary, and I don't know how well I can handle it.
Because every thing almost breaks me. and I'm just waiting for the pen to drop.
I don't know how well worth it is.
But I guess the sadness is what we adhere to, when we're too afraid to be happy.
Wait, no.
We're not afraid of being happy, we're afraid of something ruining that happiness.
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