I fail to be who I thought I was...and I'm learning to live with that. I've done things I could have never imagined doing, but I don't regret it. To regret would be to take away the value of individual circumstances...and that's what makes life - a collection of small moments.
Still.
The judgement.
The disapproval.
The reproach.
They all become difficult to handle. I feel sort of alone right now...though Love's for sale and never a lack of suitors.
I desire something more...
But it terrifies me.
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