I’m not sure what is wrong with me. In the empty spaces between being happy and sad, for me, there is this wallowing ever waining feeling of not being good enough and being kinda okay. Clear you plate child, desert is almost ready.

Eh, I’d write more but I’d rather not complain more than I already have.

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My clumsy emotions, a censure

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July 20th, 2010