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This. Isn't. A. Diary. It's. Uhm. A think..thought...feelings book. Yeah. Shut up.
So like. I've been doing a lot of self-reflecting. Have you ever thought of someone and you couldn't gauge why you kept them in your life? That's been happening to me lately. Like. Why? Why are we friends? That's when I learned. Some friends are circumstantial, some are forced, and rarely you find your forever friends. I'm struggling to find out which is which. Lately I've been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love. And what I have to do to learn to love that way. I have to stop caring so much. I let the smallest things or misunderstandings ruin my day. I assume the meaning to words said to me and take them as attacks. Why do I care how people view me? Why do I worry? I'm too young to feel like I'm running out of time.
