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Welcome to the Beginning of the End
To the moon and never back.
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As I get older, I find myself struggling to feel a purpose in this life. Recently having left the nest… the feeling only gets stronger. What is there to do? Not much I suppose. Write it down and look back on it to remember what I’ve gotten through already? Motivation for the future? Or just documentation that sometimes life is absolutely wicked.
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Give me life, give me pain, give me myself again.
Tori Amos
p.s.
this blog is ugly right now kinda because I have no idea what I am doing. be patient. we’ll get there. she needs her beauty sleep rn.