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I was a bit unclear about what I meant. Love DOES exist! It’s just a certain kind of love that keeps disappointing me.
I’m stuck.
It just feels a bit weird listening to all these Canadian people telling me about Toronto. You used to be the only one telling me about it. Feels different indeed.
I feel like
talking to you for a bit… But then I turn my brain on and go on with my life. Hope you’re keeping safe.
That’s sick. Seriously. It’s mental.
whatever is happening in my head and in yours just shouldn’t be happening.
