Loneliness is sort of a quiet thing. People can be loud in their quest for attention, I know. But, mostly, I think that loneliness is a quiet, mournful weight.
I'm just saying...
Yesterday was an amazing day. Today was great, too. I've kinda tried to figure out why, and all I can come up with is the weather: it's been rainy and cold. I think I need to move to England. I would thrive there, a regular English rose.
I feel hopeful. I feel prime. Always, always, the prime. It sometimes gets frustrating, to feel this lovely without anyone else knowing, but I feel good.
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