Journal solitaire (one blue hideaway)

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Maybe it's not too late to do something good...

My mother is in the hospital again. It's just for a sleep study this time, but it came up out of nowhere. And it's just been never-ending this past... I can't even tell how long now.

to be a bird who's always beautiful and always smells good......

If anything, I must've come to aspire to a stable, inconsequential "less than enough."

How ironic that no solitude is unique.

I like your seemingly broken sentences.

I don't like the word "resonate" used that way but I couldn't think of another one.

A recent fear of mine is revisiting the things I love only to realise they no longer resonate. It's already happened.

"Noncommittal"... What a stupid, obnoxiously effective adjective.....

I like your negative feelings more than your noncommitall feelings, but that's because I'm not a very good at being a "good person."

Things ultimately made to not be missed.