Difficult. Caustic. Abrasive. Rugged. Tangled. Tousled. Harsh.
There aren't really the words. One rough situation after another has happened since I wrote last. I was waiting for things to get better before I wrote so I wouldn't seem to complain... but wouldn't you know it? That never happened.
This my four hundred and first post.
In ten days I will be twenty three.
Numbers are okay, sometimes.
I would wish it were months past today if only for the fact that I want to put this heartache and headache away from me. I want to be happy and contented with the world again.
'Quel
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