Who was I kidding? I love to write.
Done with the drugs associated with this summer. Stamp it. A good exclamation point.
Back to real life. Summer is over. Felt nice to breathe in the crisp Autumn air.
I still HATE how words can't even come close to describing some feelings I have.
Gotta get back into being healthy again.
I know I'm a happier person and I'll stop before I risk losing it all.
Crazy ass summer. Best kept as memories instead of trying to relive it.
donedonedonedonedone
Easier to stop when you have disappointment weighing you down.
I leave with memories, friends, APPRECIATION&ACCEPTANCE, a new almost borderline passion for music(!!!), spirituality, empathy, creativity, and whatever the fuck else I learned. Too much.
Yesterday showed me a way to appreciate music even more. Best way to describe it is that I can feel the artist in the music.
I revel in the way I am muahaahha.
Crazy sane.
Back to real life. Summer is over. Felt nice to breathe in the crisp Autumn air.
I still HATE how words can't even come close to describing some feelings I have.
Gotta get back into being healthy again.
I know I'm a happier person and I'll stop before I risk losing it all.
Crazy ass summer. Best kept as memories instead of trying to relive it.
donedonedonedonedone
Easier to stop when you have disappointment weighing you down.
I leave with memories, friends, APPRECIATION&ACCEPTANCE, a new almost borderline passion for music(!!!), spirituality, empathy, creativity, and whatever the fuck else I learned. Too much.
Yesterday showed me a way to appreciate music even more. Best way to describe it is that I can feel the artist in the music.
I revel in the way I am muahaahha.
Crazy sane.
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