I can't pinpoint it, but something is wrong. I can't tell if it's hormones or something else. I'm trying my best to stay positive and count my blessings--because I AM truly blessed.
I'm not sure what I want anymore. Last night, I had a depressing dream; I woke up feeling alone. There's definitely a correlation between how much I sleep to how unsatisfied I am with the world.
I want to go running.
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