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My mind wanders a hundred miles an hour and I fall in love with everyone I meet. I'm trying to make this more of a personal blog with photos of the people I love, the things I love doing and the writings I've produced.
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We look so young here and it was only a year ago. The past few years haven’t been the best years for me, after losing my brother and going further into a blackhole of depression, paranoia and hatred but I couldn’t ask for someone better to step me through it all.
I love you more than anything, and there is no use trying to find something to compare because I’ve given up looking for that. You’re my best friend, my future and my past.
It weighs me down knowing that someone I love can no longer be brought back to happiness by my existence and/or constant battle to make them smile somehow.
I feel as though I could fall into another blackhole this year.
Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
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