One day maybe I'll stop feeling so fucking weird all of the time. Or maybe I'll just finally have control over my own emotions and actions. Maybe one day I'll have things that are interesting to say. Last week I felt so in friendship love with you and now it's like we're back to weeks and weeks ago where I never know what's okay or how you feel that day.
I jumped on my first moving train today, playing around the yard with Sascha and Claire. It feels so right and so wrong all at once. Where did the person I liked to be go?
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