I’m writing this to you because I heard you were sad. That makes my heart hurt for you because I’ve been there. I’ve been disappointed and cheated and lied to and lost someone who meant a lot to me and failed. But oddly enough, it makes me happy for you as well because every good thing that I am has come first because I was sad.
hi
It’s me. And I don’t know where this will go, but I guess the most important thing to do is to start, right? Isn’t that where it always begins? A worthless post to no one, but it has to start somewhere. It always has to start somewhere. This is that somewhere. be you, darlings.
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