It's been a long time. It's been getting harder. Patience is a virtue and I am not virtuous.
Some nights the frost has been creeping up my windows, swirling in paisley patterns. I wake up in the morning with dawn's winter-pink fingers creeping up behind the glass.
Tonight I remembered my real worst fear: nothing being wrong. With me. The blood tests came back negative, I'm not dying, so now what? I have no more excuses, no maybe way out. I should be happy. Am I happy?
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maybe, you're discontent.
because what you feel is bigger than what you've been given, what you can deal with.
there are a lot of ways to not be fine.
happy comes and goes. everything needs to be adjusted to
happy comes and goes with everyone. maybe you just need to adjust a little. it hasnt been very long
also this may have already gotten posted but it didnt show up so i wanted to make sure
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