It's weird, isn't it? How we're not able to write anymore when we're happy. When things just feel great around us, we lose all our inspiration. We're only able to write a decent text when we drown back in darkness, you feel me? These days, I just can't seem to be able to write decent sentences, something beautiful, something purely true. I just feel like my happiness is taking away all my inspiration, but it's such a good feeling. Maybe that's it. Maybe all those texts I wrote, missing someone who probably forgot they once had me, or expressing my feelings for someone that hardly remember stuff about me, they helped me get through it. Maybe I'm happy now, maybe I just don't need it anymore. But it's weird, no? How hard days were once a part of your lifestyle, when you literally got used to it. And they still happen. Oh lord, I'm not out of bad days. But they don't seem as bad as they were, it feels like I actually can get over them. It's such a goos thing to think about, right? To see that there's an end to all this bullshit, to see that there are still great people here, to see that you have your own place right there.
This is how I've been feeling in the last weeks ✨✨
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