But why am I suddenly unhappy. Why am I searching for all the things that once made me happy, only to find that they’re gone. So why can’t life ever be a constant, consistent, promising thing. Because I feel like my ability to firmly grasp my security is slipping away, making me vulnerable…and vulnerable means impressionable which in turn makes me run. I thought I was done running away.
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