I kept imagining things for myself.
How I saw myself, and how things would be.
I continually edited my imaginations down to every detail, every emotion, every word that would be exchanged.
And these imaginations made me happy just for the moment.
But I was losing myself in fantasies, and bringing myself back feels so much better.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
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