It feels as if things haven’t changed at all. Everything is fine and normal. But when the thoughts of what used to be and what will be in the future now strike the mind, the gap and the reality seems deniable, almost unreal.
Thing I realized/learnt in April: writing is still difficult and i don't really know what to do about it i want to give myself everything i want but i am scared that uncontrollable things will ruin it
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